Best Losshope Poems
30 years have now passed,
but your words still last.
Across decades, your memory has span,
and you were above all, a simple man.
Peace and love is all you said.
For you, a million tears were shed.
Your tragedy was felt worldwide,
your death made the world coincide.
Imagine all the world, living for today,
you brought us together, in this beautiful array.
Even though your body is no longer here,
your message echos forever, across this sphere.
You were a dreamer, but not the only one,
we are carrying on the movement, you begun.
I hope you are at peace, where ever you are,
I hope to hear in heaven, you playing the guitar.
I thought about him today,
And I hope that he is doing Ok;
I miss him more than I care to admit,
His little smirk and courageous wit;
He always had something funny to say,
And he never failed to brighten my day;
His cute little phrases or silly songs,
In my eyes he could do no wrong;
He was always there no matter what,
With his worn out hat that was beat up and cut;
Barely surviving, just like him,
There till the end when he started to dim;
I hope he occasionally thinks of me too,
Cause I love him more than he ever knew.
Its the silence I am surrounded by,
a hundred people,
waiting patiently to die.
Their little rooms of beds,
neat little rooms,
colors full of life,
so contradictory to the reality.
Silence now as they sleep,
one day bleeding into another.
Do they even realize death approaches?
We fill their days with pain meds,
and children's games.
We fill their heads with love,
and hope wasted.
Silence is our only real offering of comfort.
To be the onlookers to aging,
we feel gifted.
We are given a glimpse into our futures,
laying in a cold bed,
a room filled with colors and death,
wondering, if we can, when the last exhalation will come.
Now sitting here in the dark, early morning,
I fail to see the beauty and hope in this scene.
I see reality in this old flickering tube lighting,
I see the aseptic, clinical side of death.
And for all the lies I tell them,
for all the false hope I bring,
for all the bright, unnatural smiles I give,
I am sorry.
I see reality here in my dark hallway,
listening to a hundred dying breaths.
I am a witness to death.
And I thank God I am on this side.