Just Shadows and Ash

 

Just Shadows and Ash

I stood in front of death, today, on the day a reckoning.

His marvelous steel colored eyes, the reel of my life.

He was young, merely seventeen.

A face of a god,

Body of a warrior,

And the posture of an experienced man.

In one hand ball of glistening black marble, and in the other a ball of brilliant white.

Each floating over his pale moonlight hand.

But this does not matter for I,

A mere soul of life neither destined for Heaven nor Hell,

Stood in front of Death today.

He did not talk, but showed.

His eyes the projector of my life,

Showing my life through the eyes of the unknown.

My mistakes, My dreams, My hope

Exposed like the shade that I was.

My life only memories that which Death and I could only see.

As the last reel of my life flickered to a close,

I begun to realize that my life was not a life at all.

It was just that a life, a life that lived,

But was not lived at all.

A life floating waste in a wasteless land.

Just shadows and ashes,

Dust and light,

And nothing at all.

As I begun to realize, Death spoke his word,

“You.”

His young moonlight body, muscular and bold,

Stretched tall in front of me.

Towering over, casting shadows around me.

“You,” his voice old and wise, “you realize now.

That the life you lived was not a life at all.

You now are the shadow of my cloak, and the ashes beneath my feet.

You are nothing more.

You do not belong to Heaven nor Hell,

But a shade is all you are.”

As the darkness consumed me

and as my figure of my old soul began to morph,

I became a shade and nothing more.

My life was nothing more.

Author's Note

As you may know from my Bio that I don't really like writing peoms, it seems to frustrate me. I seemed to write them as stories, but I'm in a little funk with my book, so I guess writing is writing. I give any respect to poets!!! you guys are amazing. Please give your thought on what you think this poem means

Reviews

[emma]

Powerful. I liked the flow of the poem. i think you pulled together the perfect amount of emotion and imagination and composed it all into one beautiful poem. the imagery was great and i really believe that this may be what we face when we die. great job :) you should do more poetry--your good ;)

[Uc Amalu Jr]

Nice.

[Chellie]

This had a wonderful flow to it. I'm no poet myself, so it is nice to read someone's work who has difficulty writing poetry too. This is a piece that makes the reader ponder life and death. It makes you wander what really awaits us after death. Rebirth? Heaven? Hell? Nothing?

Great write. I enjoyed reading this.

[Zachary_James]

Excellent poem i loved this. I really enjoyed this. great work!

[~Blue Fantasy~]

Beautiful flow, you are good at writing poetry!! Keep it up! :)