L Milton Hankins Poet Nonet

Last Moments

voices beckon to me from inside
as distant lonely echoes sigh
I hear their voices pleading 
telling me to step back
from the precipice
of my despair
not wanting
the end
now
and
I stop
haltingly,
hesitating
to reconsider
the value of being
opposed to self-sacrifice
and selfish lack of concern for
those people who would mourn my passing.

written September 20, 2021

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Shirley Hawkins September 25, 2021 at 1:11 AM Goodness me, Milt. I was wishing I could come to see you and offer you a cup of tea and a lay down. Great Poem..

Delice Arleen Skelly September 22, 2021 at 2:14 AM A bitter-sweet offering Milton...Delice L Milton Hankins September 22, 2021 at 8:02 AM True, Delice. See my note to Caren.

Caren Krutsinger September 21, 2021 at 9:24 PM " step back from the precipice of my despair" What is going on? Was this written when you had the horrible tooth ache? Hopefully things are better now. L Milton Hankins September 22, 2021 at 8:01 AM Nope. I'm fine from that now. The subject matter just fit the format so well. I don't think I even realized how it sounded. I'm definitely not suicidal. I love life too much.

Rico Leffanta September 21, 2021 at 11:35 AM by grand design? Well done! L Milton Hankins September 21, 2021 at 1:18 PM Thank you, Rico, for your comment.

Mike Gentile September 21, 2021 at 5:38 AM Though I hope that the inner voices are not yours Milton, your poem resonates for those who have, even for the slightest second, heard them! Very powerful and well executed!! L Milton Hankins September 21, 2021 at 9:11 AM No, they are not mine, Mike. This is purely a fictional write. I value life too much to think of taking it like that.

Gary Radice September 21, 2021 at 12:01 AM A sombre, poignant poem Milt about the sands of time passing and (your??) inner feelings. Loneliness and loss can certainly eat away inside. I really do think expressing oneself through poetry, art, etc can help. For fear of sounding condescending or flippant (neither I would wish of course) please be kind to yourself. I really enjoy reading your work. Cheers - Gary L Milton Hankins September 21, 2021 at 9:14 AM Gary, this was purely a fictional write. I thought after I wrote it that some people might think I am suicidal. Well, I'm not. I love and enjoy life too much to do something like that. I do think the theme fit the poetry form rather nicely.