Endless Eternity

I am a ghost among men,

the past, the now, and the then

a wandering spirit, an apparition

undaunted by the thought of time

I fear my presence is unknown

to those anchored, shackled by

what is true, or what may be false

nonetheless, I am born alone

The feeling of loneliness,

to become something of memory,

it pains me in my nightly rest,

as I stare into a void so empty

A cavernous abyss that leads

into the darkest depths of

my eternal soul, my mortal heart

A shattered spirit in a fragmented sky

And as I watch from my astral plane,

my death, and those who mourn,

it brings sorrow, which brings forth

the bane of my existence, of the sort

I step into the abyss, but there is no light

only darkness, nothing more or less

I was lured into believing that something so vast,

so extraordinary, lay beyond my distress

Only to be disappointed to the furthest degree

as now I lay restless, wandering aimlessly

through an unseen veil in the shards of time

a diminished reality, lost and betrayed

I conclude my journey among men,

though the memory still haunts me

of my many unfinished songs and sweet poetry

that shall follow my being through endless eternity

Reviews

[Jamestown]

This is really well written, it definitely has a sad and lonely feel throughout
but described so well, I was definitely intrigued start to finish:)
Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Isabella Disney]

awesome! this was a good read :)

[Emily]

That first line is just awesome!
Keep it up!

[dan]

I think a lot of people, all shapes and sizes, all mannerisms and foibles...picture themselves as observers at their own funerals or memorial services. Those of us who then write about it direct the tone in a negative way; that is how we see ourselves. The truth is that most people, after a death of a loved one, have only nice words to say...even if they are bullshit. I give you much credit for putting to words your thoughts about such a situation. I like the way your writing has gone lately; I'm gonna start calling you 'butter' 'cause you're on a roll. take care...dan

[Coyote Poetry]

A serious poem. You questioned many things.
"I conclude my journey among men,
though the memory still haunts me
of my many unfinished songs and sweet poetry
that shall follow my being through endless eternity"
The above lines asked a good question. We question what we shall leave behind? I read the ancient writers. I believe if we are lucky. Our words are passed on to family if we lead with love, concern and kindness. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[wordman]

this is really a sad write my friend,you did a great job portraying your thoughts