Eve Roper Poet Rhyme

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Surcease

Why, does existing have to be 
a visit of time then leaves me. 
Threads of my life are still unsaid.
Silently I wipe away tears 
of lapsing thoughts, sorrow and fears; 
throwing off spider webs of thread.
I stand by the window and gaze
at white ships depart a blue maze 
they have sought to borrow ahead. 
Everyday another Sunday.
Every day is silent and grey;
prison of aches and pain I dread.

Why, does existing have to be
burdensome. My mortal thoughts flee
like rain drumming at my window, 
then trickles releasing a dam 
leaving me brittle to exam
my own conscious; what do I know. 
Surpassing life hopes as I winch
loneliness devours inch by inch.
My lips quake and swell at my low
detaching my dying cinder.
I can't take another winter
confronted with the ebb and flow,

not being able to foresee 
mental skills decline as I grow
old and suppose to comfort me.



6/13/2018

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Silent One June 14, 2018 at 11:40 AM Another deep emotive poem Eve... You pen is really flowing at the moment..

Faraz Ajmal June 14, 2018 at 8:25 AM Another beautiful poem on the same topic, age, this is reality, something which is inevitable, no matter how much fear we fell, it will come, so the best thing is to enjoy life to it s fullest, every single moment of life can be turned into happiness and happiness don t require money, it only requires good will, don t worry, God has better plans for you, good luck

Nette Onclaud June 14, 2018 at 7:15 AM ohh, what a ' feeling'. intimate work allowing me to look into my own experiences with older loved ones... very fine, eve...huggs

Vijay Pandit June 14, 2018 at 6:48 AM WOW! You have written this transcending poem applicable to so many in this period of aging baby boomers..melancholy, but true to life. Great work, Eve.

Jan Allison June 14, 2018 at 1:25 AM such a moving piece Eve, I see my mum deteriorate with the ravages of old age and it is so difficult to see and also know I am probably going to suffer in the same ways she does - prison of aches and pains is so so true:-( hugs Jan xx