Poet Tacito Poet Free verse

The Last Poem

This will be the last stanza
The last stanza

The final syllable

I commemorate these wounds
to my Agnostic dreams

Because God kept telling me to believe in her

He kept saying,
“Son, be her tissue when she collapses”

“Son, wipe away her sins with this blank slate I’ve given to you”

“Be that man for the woman she may never accept herself to be”

“Be the wings of that angel”

Until, one night, I said a prayer

I said to Him,
“She must go”

“I won’t give up on her, but I must let her go.”

“I leave it to You to save the pariah.”

I, can no longer be that man.

Because I exhaled insipid banter
from misery hollow

Borrowed happiness
whisked me away to coalescent landscapes
under eclipsed moonshine,
sipping unto artificially incipient sunrises

Tasting drops, sour
Wiping them dry, with this flower
my sanctum holds close

And on this day,
this new day,
this last stanza,
soon, I will
no longer finish you with question marks and exclamation points

Soon, I will
complete you,
withdraw from you,
with punctuated silence

I will walk while you crawl
I will smile while you cry
I will see while you’re blind
I will shout while you mumble
I will pray while you deny
I will climb while you trip
I will love while you hesitate

…

This will be my final kiss to you

No longer will we
be
endless

For I now complete you,
you,
my end poem

©Drake J. Eszes

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Laura Breidenthal September 7, 2013 at 11:49 PM Wow, a powerful one. Glad I was so drawn to the title. The words are full of love and dedication. I love Don Johnson's comment! Hehe. Such great and confident poets on this website. Glad to see yah around! Always, Laura Poet Tacito September 8, 2013 at 12:10 AM Yes! His comment was hilarious. I didn't expect it. It was awesome, to say the least. I'm very glad you liked this. I was going through a ton of new changes when I posted this poem about 18 months ago. It's great to see an impact being made on somebody like you today. Thank you so much, Laura.

Eileen Manassian August 26, 2013 at 11:55 AM I'm catching up on you! :) Interesting read...Drake. How? How do you do it? Poet Tacito August 26, 2013 at 1:15 PM I just speak from heart & call it as I see it. :)

Richard Lamoureux August 2, 2013 at 6:47 AM I have discovered another gem. This one demands to be read and I am happy to comply. I am glad that in reality it is not your last poem. I still have not received your book, I don't know what is taking them so long. Poet Tacito August 2, 2013 at 7:07 AM How awesome! Thank you so much. Oh, this is FAR from my actual last poem. =) Delays on the book? Oh, I'm sorry! =( Reach out to Amazon to see what's going on. I believe it was coming straight from them anyway. Soup Mail me if this continues.

Marquis Mc Mills-Cooper July 26, 2013 at 2:23 PM Man, this one is good! Really good! Inspires me to dig deeper to find a meaningful way to more eloquently express myself in my work -you seem to do it effortlessly here. MC Poet Tacito July 26, 2013 at 2:26 PM Hey MC, good to meet you. Thanks very much for that! I do what I can on here.

Victoria Anderson-Throop July 10, 2013 at 1:36 PM I like the image that being agnostic means no longer believing in the lover....very well done. What a pleasure to have the ability to read more of your work at last! Poet Tacito July 10, 2013 at 2:03 PM YAY! Welcome back, Victoria! I'm happy you've returned!

Timothy Hicks May 26, 2013 at 12:21 AM There was a lot of epic drama in this. Like putting the most gigantic period possible at the end of a long overdue sentence. You are DONE! A lot of heavy emotion because I can tell the person wasn't easy to give up... it was hard as hell (excuse my french). Faving this one... love your individuality... no "copy and paste" cliches for you, my friend! Poet Tacito May 26, 2013 at 2:14 AM Hey, Tim!!! Yes, you pretty much nailed it. There was quite a bit of emotion at the time I wrote this. Many, many thanks! And, definitely no copy & paste cliches. ;)

Lucilla Carrillo May 6, 2013 at 9:59 PM The Last Poem. I offten thought about writing my last poem, then i wonder how it would be, but I still have a little time left. You have done a great job with this poem. I hope it is not your last one. Thanks for sharing........ Lucilla Poet Tacito May 6, 2013 at 10:05 PM This is far from my last one. ;) Thank you so much, Lucilla!

Debbie Duncan April 25, 2013 at 11:50 PM you have some mighty fine words up there ;} nicely done, glad you liked my Lessens in humanity ;} Poet Tacito May 6, 2013 at 10:05 PM But, of course I did! :) Thank you for stopping by here, Debbie!

Poet Destroyer A October 1, 2012 at 5:13 PM Another wonderful and meaningful poem. A well done completed verse.. I feel all deep emotions on this outside.. one can only pull away from with want.. always~ pd Poet Tacito October 1, 2012 at 8:43 PM Yeah, I did too when I wrote it. Thank you so very much, PD! :)

Vicki Acquah October 1, 2012 at 4:33 AM LOVE IT AND I MISS YOU... Poet Tacito October 1, 2012 at 7:24 AM VICKI!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :) Hey stranger!!!! I hope you & the fam have been doing good! :) And, thank you!

Andrea Dietrich July 31, 2012 at 8:05 PM wow, what an intriguing one this is. I love how you tied it all to "end poem" and used the reference to punctuation marks! Punctuated silence. what an amazing line. I sure love the sound of this one.

Lizzie Treetop June 7, 2012 at 1:39 AM A unique piece of poetry as I also believe written by a unique intriguing unique feeling individual. Hugs Lizzie

Caroline Cécile Delacroix March 21, 2012 at 7:27 PM Beautiful write! Sometimes we have to let go, and you laid it out poetically real well! Thanks for sharing. Caroline.

The Situation March 5, 2012 at 7:49 PM sometimes it's a wise discision Poet Tacito March 5, 2012 at 7:51 PM Indeed, um, Situation. :) Thank you for stopping by!

Poet Destroyer A March 5, 2012 at 7:05 PM Drake, full of much emotion... good ones.. I think we all have that special someone.. I hope i have found mine.. One that can mean every word you have ended your poem with... I need someone to complete me... thank you always...pd Poet Tacito March 5, 2012 at 7:11 PM PD! Hola! :) Your words are very, very appreciated. Thank you so very much. I will say this though, one should never need somebody to complete them. One should be complete within self in order to become one with another completed soul...

Don Johnson March 5, 2012 at 3:40 PM women get that deathly grip, push ya over the madness slip, been there till brain burned with it, escaped into the black pit of solace.... cost half a wit. Poet Tacito March 5, 2012 at 7:09 PM Well damn, Don! Nicely put! :) Thank you sir!

Tracy Edwards March 5, 2012 at 8:34 AM Aww drake that is so sad, No one deserves to only have Borrowed happiness.. xxx Hugs Poet Tacito March 5, 2012 at 7:09 PM Agreed. :) Thank you so very much, Tracie.

Sara Kendrick March 5, 2012 at 7:14 AM The best thing to do is give it over to God and He can handle it..Man is not that strong..Enjoyed reading this morn..Sara Poet Tacito March 5, 2012 at 7:16 AM Yes! You nailed it, Sara. Absolutely! Thank you for stopping by here! :)

Okunsebor Williams March 5, 2012 at 6:41 AM “I won’t give up on her, but I must let her go.” What a lovely contradiction.... Although the poem seems scattered but it is a lovely piece. Keep i up Poet Tacito March 5, 2012 at 6:43 AM Hey Okunsebor! The "scattered" vibe is a good catch on your part. That was, partly, the intent. :) When you're at that brink that you can't just take it anymore, but you want to handle this as well as possible, one's mind can become that way. Thank you so very much!

Charmaine Chircop March 5, 2012 at 6:32 AM I meant lump :)not lup Poet Tacito March 5, 2012 at 6:36 AM Ha! It's quite ok. =)

Charmaine Chircop March 5, 2012 at 6:32 AM 'No longer will we be endless..' geee that gave me a lup in the troath..'Withdraw from you with punctuated silence'...It definitely seems like the end of the poem and many moments.. Sad and very beautiful poem :),and thanks for stopping by my verse :) Charma Poet Tacito March 5, 2012 at 6:37 AM Hey there, Charmaine! :) Thankfully, this was a simple remembrance. You're quite welcome! I'm very grateful you stopped by here too! :) It is highly appreciated.