October 5th, 2014
I walk into this morgue
After a long lasting stroke.
The room is a little small for a hospital,
A little big for this heart
And still, it all feels so logical.
Dead bodies all over the place
Lined up inside cold refrigerators.
They are past, long time lost
You are the present
But with no future to rent
Your body is still warm
But I need to put you in that damn drawer!
In small pieces I was torn
Just lying on dead cold floor.
You will not see me cry,
Grieving stage has past long time ago
I was dancing with the dead alone
Maintaining the status quo in that zone
After cutting you off, opening you up
It seems like no one can interrupt.
Digging into your guts, inside out
Just to find out
That this autopsy is so painful
For a body that is still alive
So is the love
(That we never had)
What is it to you? - You are already dead
Walking out of that morgue
With another stroke,
Throwing away that surgical mask
Seeking for a life I was afraid to ask
O’ Angel of mercy
Wait
Do not take her away yet
Tarry a while
Wait a while
Her body is still warm
Her soul still lingering
I have to say
A million things
I have to show her
A million dreams
O’ Angel of mercy
Stay a while
Wait a while
She has yet to hug me
She has yet to love me
Her hand on my head
Her breath on my cheek
O’ Angel of mercy
Tarry a while
Wait a while
My heart cries
For her warmth
My life cries
For her strength
O’ Angel of mercy
Stay a while
Wait a while
Her immense love
Which gathered
Me to her
Is yet to be felt
O’ Angel of mercy
Tarry a while
Wait a while
Give me a chance
O’ Angel of mercy
Give me a chance.
By-Tahera Mannan
Contest-Your Darkest Hour
Sponsored by-Ryland Matthews
My boy with soft brown eyes
As soft as the summer breeze
Your smile, as sweet as honey
Place your head against me
And let me sing you your lullaby
One last time, one last song
Sleep, my darling boy
Listen to the humming of my voice
Let me sway you to and fro
Your body is still warm
And my tears fall ever so softly
Against your skin, my Love
So pale in the darkness
Sleep my Love, and dream
Of you and I together
For we shall meet again
On God’s green land, we shall
Above the waters, so surely
I will hold your hand once more.
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