Grave Revelations
The water, it takes me off of my chosen path
A place from where many men have never come back
The water, it’s rising now and I must not think twice
To leave what is material to save my own life
I cling to the vessel, which brought me here, tightly
To save what is left of myself and my psyche
My grip it does weaken as reality sets in
This might be the last time on Earth that I spend
All that has happened, or would have contrarily
Will be no longer if this fate it does bury me
Shortness of breath as the water creeps in
Debris hits my body, and hastens my end
Holding on to life with the strength that remains
Finding new ways to experience pain
I look to the past and I think of the future
The present is my captor, my love, my abuser
These moments are fleeting yet they are all that do matter
My mind it is tired, and my body it is tattered
I choose to let go and let the current decide
Whether I will live or whether I will die
I go towards my savior, the unmoving earth
To rest on the bosom that’s given me birth
The water does release me as I lie there ashore
To find that my former, is no longer, no more
Perspective is golden as it comes by so seldom
When people do ask, that is what I do tell them
Life cannot be loved until death is so certain
As an act can not be appreciated until after the curtain
To live like you’re dying is more than a suggestion
To do anything other is to deny, without question
Our fate is decided the moment that we are born
We decide how we reach it and how others will mourn
Take nothing for granted and appreciate time given
It’s not how much you have, it’s how you choose to spend it
Copyright © James Holliday | Year Posted 2014
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