Death haunts me,
Like the ghost of a child,
Wondering who I am,
That I call his name so freely…
“Who are you?”
He whispers to me,
In his raspy voice,
Seeking to scare me back,
To whence I came,
But I answer him just the same-
I am hopes unfilled,
And dreams wickedly killed,
Sorrow has etched his name,
Into the deepest part
Of my heart…
I call to the shadows,
And the come!
Leaving me quite undone,
Walking among them unafraid,
And laugh when you call me brave!
I have lost it all,
Hear no one call,
See no sweet face before me,
Wonder what you see,
If you can understand,
It is you that threaten to shove,
Me from this shallow perch,
On which I stand…
The child in me died,
So long ago I don’t remember why,
Yet her spirit haunts me still,
This ghost of a child,
That was never real…
So come to me Death,
I wait for you,
To suck out my last breath,
I care not for what you do-
It was never you,
I feared…
You "do" dark so well. Excellent write, so full of emotion throughout. Brava!
Tami
Reviewed by L M (Reader)
Reviewed on September 30, 2003
Retta this second to last line wow
"So come to me Death,
I wait for you,
To suck out my last breath,
I care not for what you do-
It was never you,
I feared…"
Deep and dark verses excellent.
LM
Major League ballplayer Justin Moore is kidnapped from his own ballpark and transported to a foreign land. It might take high-level international negotiations to free him. Or maybe he will take matters into his own hands.
'Better Without You'is a compelling narrative that explores the complexities of an affair, hidden secrets, and abuse. It also highlights a daughter's heartfelt journey as she cares for her mother who is battling dementia.
You "do" dark so well. Excellent write, so full of emotion throughout. Brava!
Tami
"So come to me Death,
I wait for you,
To suck out my last breath,
I care not for what you do-
It was never you,
I feared…"
Deep and dark verses excellent.
LM
Amor
So well done!
~Joseph
Love Tinka
This poem is beautiful. I felt every emotion.
Inside every grown up lives an eight year old, who longs to be hugged.
Blessed be
Robin
Like the ghost of a child,
Wondering who I am,
That I call his name so freely
Excellent write ....sad but written with excellence!!!
~Jackie~
This is so sad. well done.
Taylor