Unfulfilled & Vacant - now

A short, rather morbid collection of words. The description of an end, of a moment, of a whole (yet short) life passed. A form of farewell, if you will. Or, perhaps, simply the description of one final moment.

Therein the shadows they lie

In watch and in simple wait

(There is fairly little to take)

For that one moment.

 

From the mountain peak they –

rasp and try to breathe

Drawing breath through time

Until that instant when...

 

Sun rises far ahead and

trees around sing a certain song.

Those shadows recede and –

Emerge do they, float forwards

 

And there, on the edge stood I

Staring down below, thoughtless

Free of fear and torment, finally.

Away from the hidden shadows, now –

 

Unbound and liberated

To let go, fall, collapse into the wind -

And cease to be anything, anything at all.

A short, leaping conclusion.

 

Yes, a conclusion.

To an empty, undreamed grief.

Grief of living, existing – of being-

Over, in that one bright moment.

Reviews

[Mark D. Chevalier]

Wow! You have a wonderfully musical and free-flowing style to this poem. I wish I could remember who else touched me in that way when reading. Perhaps Dickenson?
"And cease to be anything, anything at all. A short, leaping conclusion."
What a powerful statement, rich in detail. It makes the reader turn inward to make a self-examination.
Just a brilliant piece of work. Favorites!
Mark