Description: I dream about dying sometimes. And knowing so, what I would do with the fading hours of my life... I don't see it as a nightmare, rather, as a gift. this was the basic inspiration for this piece... all forms of comments will be greatly appreciated.
Every now and then
the senses settle into silence;
Reduced to recollections stripped of my selfishness.
O, wild yet graceful reminder from dear Conscience!
in a swift gesture
that enfeebles consciousness.
And there be a decade
or so, of Life laid bare.
Memories as they once were, sinister;
haunting with honesty;
Nonetheless, ítis never a nightmare
For comfortís surrender
makes a worthy trade for clarity.
Thus, in the mindís tempest of thought,
in the flood of imaginary death, I drown.
A sea of apologies unsaid and affections sought.
while breath was still my splendid crown.
Then, the inner voice,
as hasty as it had come, hushes away
And gone is the moment of regret;
of freedom found in loss of faith; the bouquet
of roses for a fleeting funeral
where the mind does not forget.
For I breathe, and a king I still remain to be
till this castle diminishes me to its rubble;
no matter where and when.
But I shall indulge in this inability to decree;
this sweet morose fable,
every now and then.
Like Gary Mark Gilmore once said, "Death is the only inescapable, unavoidable, sure thing. We are sentenced to die the day we're born." Indeed, we're all bound to die sooner or later either of aging, a disease, or even a broken heart.
I personally am not afraid to die. If it is God's intention, then I am more than glad to accept it. If it means to die to save someone else, than I am more than willing to risk my life to save another. Although, my only fear is to lose someone close and dear to me. That is what I fear the most. Perhaps it makes me a hypocrite by stating that I don't fear death - only that kind that haunts my loved ones. Still, I fear it.
A wonderful writing creating marvelous sceneries of optimism. I only question why so few people responded to this. By the by, thank you for your comment regarding the gift of solitude. And I'm more than grateful that it went to your favorites list. Who could of thought.
i am speechless. you have me in awe, the elegance and honesty how raw and poetic it was. This piece is so fiery and amazing. The entire piece captivated me and left me breathless but the line that dwells in my mind, that haunts me is : "For comfortís surrender makes a worthy trade for clarity."
Thank you so sincerely for such a fresh and immaculate read!
~there is a sickness far more brutal than leprosy, it ensures fatality and remains blind to its own thalidomide presence-to its victim this sickness is known, as love~weepingprophet