Tom Bell Poet Dramatic Verse

Not a Happy Time

"the dust
obscures the
cracked paint
on the ancient 
windowsill

the glass, cracked
makes the
fading sunlight
somehow shimmer

It's cold outside,
and inside too,
no heat had I,
to warm the soul
no love,
to touch, to speak
my words

fading sunlight,
fading life,
no one a friend,
no where a wife...

tears are useless,
they've done their very best,
now it's time to face
 my coming eternal rest

I don't seek a miracle
I know what's true,
I only question now
what is real, 
that's what I do

am I here,
alone again?
am I with
a passed-on friend?

I sense only the gloom,
the lights are fading,
in my dreary room

I do not call
a name out loud,
I know they would not hear
I do not moan or cry,
and for this I am most proud
I maintain a silent tear

I know...
more than I wish...

more than I need...
more than I want....

these fools called friends,
and, saddly, family too,
are far more than merely ghostly,
then they, or I, ever knew

now the phone so noisey-silent
and the room, it is so dark
my life starts closing in on me
my future appears so stark

oh, every soul
must pass this way
and this has been...
my chosen day...

the fading lights
that finally reach my eyes
expose it all, to my horror
for it's all been but lies

my eyes are now closed
        my body very still
              the silence reaches out to me
                     its touch is, oh, so sweet
                            the pain is mercifully now gone.....
                                  I've got souls to meet.

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