Victor Buhagiar Poet Free verse

Suffering Pain

The evening breeze,
cold and damp,
in the twilight of his life
reluctantly resuscitates
the vagaries of the mind,
mostly nonchalant revelations.
A mind storm begins to brew
creating disconnected 
and fragmentary visions
of hidden secrets
and disappeared friends.
 
Ephemeral and absurd tales
of love and pain evoke
insane nightmares,
as he mumbles manic moans,
dead ghosts roam in his room:
brain sickness of a succumbing soul.
Death's sickle will strike soon.
And then rich relief, he hopes....

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Valsa George August 3, 2022 at 10:45 PM It is when life becomes a burden and an inconsolable pain that one begins to brood of death and welcomes it as a reliever ! Very poignant writing, dear Victor !

Eve Roper April 24, 2021 at 10:57 PM So sad that the body will age and succumb to weaknesses , well said. Hugs Eve

Andrea Dietrich April 24, 2021 at 4:43 PM Rich relief . YES. That was the positive note to end on. And it will be a glorious reunion with loved ones. Wonderful, Victor.

Judy Ball April 24, 2021 at 1:43 PM WoW Victor! A fine write depicting the last days of someone just plain dying from old age. Great job. God Bless, JB

Beryl Edmonds April 24, 2021 at 1:39 PM A marvellous write Victor, life is a nightmare at times, when our demons come and play havok in our mind... Belle

Vasco Ludovice April 24, 2021 at 7:47 AM Congrats!! Deep and meaningful!

Vijay Pandit April 24, 2021 at 5:28 AM Vagaries of the mind roil us from time to time, Victor. Emotions you so skillfully invoked in this superb write, feel so real!

Kim Rodrigues April 24, 2021 at 4:37 AM Is this about you, my friend? Poignant in its truth. May sweetness like a garden envelop your senses with peace and beauty. God bless you, my friend. <3 Kim

Connie Marcum Wong April 24, 2021 at 4:31 AM Sometimes death is the only hope for relief from pain. A poignant write my friend. I can relate as I have night terrors sometimes and have had them for most of my life. Blessings xxoo

Alexis Y. April 24, 2021 at 2:35 AM Hi Victor, You've penned such a well-written, deep melancholy write. The end is bittersweet, for only death can bring relief. Great job. Have a great day-Alexis

Joanna Daniel April 24, 2021 at 1:41 AM A deep and moving write, Victor, coming from the bottom of your heart, such excruciating imagery! Awesome:)

Sotto Poet April 24, 2021 at 1:36 AM as he mumbles manic moans, what a great verse, that shows too many psychological and psychic situation in just few words, great job Victor Have a blessed day