Mist

a little something i saw when i was deathly sick and their conversations

 

I think I will die

Godblessed child, do not cry

 

For everyone has their time

And alas, now it is mine      

 

I have seen a lot

Though I am young

 

My face marble white

My eyes glassy, sight nearly shot

 

And I feel as though   

Missed I have on none

 

My lover went first

And has taken my everything

 

All but you

 

And now is your time

To continue what I’ve left

Behind 

 

Understand this, my child

For the most holy of wisdom

And purest of magic

Lies within you

 

As it does all children

For a while

 

Nothing lasts forever

Can it ever?

 

The sun sets over the mountains

Casting poisonous hues

All your questions will get answered

When you learn the truth

 

And defy all life  

But never to love

 

Your love

Author's Note

could this be considered a poem? it doesn't rhyme and i kind of don't want this piece critized because of that - what do you say?
enjoy

Reviews

[Starsong]

It is peaceful and sad all in one breath. I love how you pulled that off. The cadence of it is so effortless that I don't even notice that it does not rhyme. I also like how you refer to the sunset as "poisonous hues". Never heard that one before, it is in total opposition to what the normal description of a sunset would be. Beautiful piece!

[DanaRegen]

This is a pure and refreshing poem, keep up the good work! Also I think your an amazing poet, so you should make up an inspiring poem to enter into my contest. Keep up the fantabulous work! Very nice poem, and thanks for sharing!
-Dana :)

[H.]

Poetry doesn't have to rhyme. What's more important is a common thread tying together all the elements.

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

I love it and poems don't always have to rhyme and yes this would be considered as a poem.

[Fallen Angel]

Poetry doesn't have to rhyme, and it is still wonderful.