Monologue on her deathbed

the last words of a lonely lady

''Monologue on her Deathbed''








Summer passed,
and it left us here,
beside the sea,
that wakes her foamy waves.
In the meadow,
that loses its color...

Summer passed
and it did not take me with it...

From inside the wind,
i can hear the song of Fall.
Sweet Autumn,
the promise of decadence,
that takes out her paint brush,
dips it in the blood of the poppies,
to dye the leaves of the plane trees...

Autumn comes now
and i wonder why...

Since i have learned
that one day,
when the ponds freeze over
and the wind changes direction,

it will leave again.

And it will not take me with it.

And what will i learn,
when winter arrives?
The eldest of the four.
What will i know more,
when he turns it all white,
and sinks it all
underneath his mantle,
suffocating...pure and alone.
Waiting to see the light again.

Then,
as i will watch my hair
grow longer,
as fast as it will
be turning white,
my heart will stop hoping
that somehow,someday,
someone will take her with him.
That someone will hold her,
careful,
with passion and eagerness,
with Love that understands nothing,
a love that knows nothing more,
nothing...but how to keep a heart alive.
A love pure and naive,
that knows how to hold dear,
but not how to think...
A love that knows how to forgive,
and forgets only lies and deceit,
for there is no room for that there.

But hearts that thát Love holds in his hands
beat different than my own...

Reviews

[M O R P H I N E]

I found this very interesting and fascinating to read. It's quite sad but there is a beauty that I'm just so fond of in this poem. It feels very...slow and I could sense some yearning in the words. Nothing painful. Just a lot of sorrow. I think it's a really good read. I like it.