Tim Smith Poet Rhyme

Life Or Death

Light pushes up against my guarded window 
attempting to uncloak what lies untouched 
warm amongst the darkness, the silence, the unknown 
life of the living, the giving, but still alone 

Where are you as my insides burn? 
When I am here pushing but for what? 

Death calls with a chance of revival 
A saving grace from a failed suvival 
No more replays of the same mistake 
Searching for something I cannot shake 

Take me now, 
for life has spit me out 

Take me now, 
death come hear my shout

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Charmaine Chircop April 24, 2017 at 2:41 PM Oh this is dark very dark..and I really hope its fictional..Tim.If its just a poem its awesome..but if its a reflection of yr emotion..I am concerned my good friend.

Chris Green April 24, 2017 at 6:53 AM I like how you did this, though the subject is dark and desolate, the poem itself is brilliant and completely understandable.

Connie Marcum Wong April 24, 2017 at 5:10 AM I was thinking about this tender poem being about an unborn child Tim. I hope this is fictional my friend and that you are okay?7 ; )

Arthur Vaso April 23, 2017 at 8:38 PM You are starting to sound like me, thats scarey enough! The only good news for you is the line up for even death is long, and they haven't called my number yet, so you have to live on a bit!

Anne-Marie Coreggia April 23, 2017 at 5:01 PM This is very very moving Tim and I don't know what to say so I will just release the lyric for 'Songs from a Secret Garden', and I hope that it brings some solace to your heart. Amitiés

Anne-Lise Andresen April 23, 2017 at 2:58 PM - .... " the silence, the unknown" .... -That's what we all think ... but who really knows - A deep and great poem, Tim - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Sheila Sacks April 23, 2017 at 11:45 AM You express yourself so beautifully,Tim. This is a scary place to be. I pray that you'll find the strength to feel hopeful again. Hugs

Darren White April 23, 2017 at 10:19 AM From this horrible distance I wrap my arms around you. I hear you, I'll always be near no matter the miles between us.

Lin Lane April 23, 2017 at 10:00 AM It's not the time for death, Tim. You say so in these lines, "Death calls with a chance of revival. A saving grace from a failed survival" You have too many poems yet to write, my friend. ;-)