Solace
When I listen hard enough, I hear it
as life evaporates, I fear it.
Will I dance in heaven or writhe in hell
or return to nothingness as well?
Will I survive my final breath
or live to see my certain death?
I ask the glaring pools of black
inside my mirror, staring back
and then I hear that Death once more
rapping softly at my door.
When opened, I see a thousand ways
that I might meet my end of days
but in this form, no ugliness
upon the face of my obsess.
Just gratefulness for what I have,
this bittersweet becomes a salve
to mend a heart which takes for granted
each breath which should leave me enchanted
and then I bid a soft farewell
that I might contemplate this well.
Why this shade would come to me
then force my darkened eyes to see
the futility of hanging on
to a life forgotten when its gone?
This lesson learned, left me a wish
that I might finally cherish
and sorrow for each day that’s past
yet live each moment like my last.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment