Kim Shaw Poet Verse

Place of Desolation

The place of desolation, like
the mirage in the desert
You see it, but never arrive

Until the day of your departure, and
the mirage has arrived for you
A comfort lost on desperation
nothing left to help me cope

I disembark from the last train, 
onto the last platform
I have no luggage to claim, or 
goodbyes to stammer out

No hello's or greetings either
A painful prognosis, no chance for 
osmosis, I am here
The place of desolation

There's no turning back, the 
train pulls away, and a dirty poof
of black smoke signals the end

I stand alone, not waiting, or hoping,
just standing

Dark filthy walls glare down, unkempt 
walkways covered with eons of
dust and grime

No maintenance crew or caretakers 
needed here, this place of desolation
It will all crumble to dust, as will I,
and every dream of my heart, too

No more time to worry, for time has arrived,
right on time for me

The last stop

No feigning joy or happiness here, they
departed with the last train

Death and I are here to meet

No fanfare

It is done

Forever

Alone

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Emile Pinet March 27, 2015 at 1:45 PM Your words of superb imagery and emotion gently take the reader to a private place in your heart and we feel your hurt. Your have a gift in telling a story that lets the reader feel the emotions unfolding before them. #7 Kim Shaw March 27, 2015 at 2:45 PM Hi Emile, I truly value your insight and review; and hold you in high esteem. Your remarks today have revealed to me the hidden meaning of this write. I was diagnosed with terminal cancer in my 30's. I lived with the fear of death for several years. Thus 'the place of desolation as a mirage' was that dark cloud that I carried. I have survived for 19 years!! Thank you, Emile. Hugs xx

Richard Lamoureux March 9, 2015 at 6:42 PM Once you arrive every thing changes, you have the capacity to create new possibilities. Kim Shaw March 9, 2015 at 8:36 PM Hi Richard! I am attempting to capture that 'moment' of desolation that human emotions may experience when death is met. The picture that I am painting is somewhat of an allegory for that moment; right before the truth is revealed and the soul is freed from the body, if that makes sense. An enlargement of that moment. It was a challenging subject to broach. I welcome your feedback. Thank you :)

Wesley Roach March 9, 2015 at 3:09 PM Good poem. Kim Shaw March 9, 2015 at 8:38 PM Hi Wesley! Thank you for stopping in to read my poem. I'm glad that you enjoyed it!