Forsaken

Neville

Forsaken 

 

High and frail

Like notes

Picked 

From an old

Overstrung  

Mandolin

She moans

Fragile

And crushed

Discarded   

And

Disregarded

Like old reptile skins

So now she

Tends to dwell on

History

Of what once was

Or might have been

Some folk

Call them memories

Now loosely bound

To earth

By so many

Disenchanted fantasies

She can but dream

Most days though

She simply envies

The inevitability of

Death 

The enormity of it

And yes

The absolute

Certainty of it

But will it mean

An end to everything

She asks ...

She begs and hopes

And prays it does 

 

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 7th, 2020 08:09
  • Comment from author about the poem: With special thanks to 'Mended Fences' for making me look again at these words ….
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  • Fay Slimm.

    Those who feel forsaken would be prey to sad memories and to despair - - you verse it so well here Nev with words like "overstrung" - -- a deep and dark read that gets under the skin.................. x

    • Neville

      Hey Fay, I am honoured by your words gifted to me here today & thank you for them, truly.. This is one of those that I feel a tinkering might one day be necessary.... Have a warm, safe and otherwise blessed weekend,

      Neville

    • orchidee

      A fine write Neville.
      Shall I ruin the atmosphere of the poem by saying 'Should I meet her?' (heehee).

      • Neville

        Within the context of 'her' now being deceased and correspondingly no longer with us.. I presume you would prefer me to refrain from responding Orchidee..

        However, I do sincerely thank you for the compliment sir.

        All Good Things,

        Neville

        • orchidee

          Oops, sorry, no offence. I was taking this a fictional write.

        • MendedFences27

          Whether "Forsaken " in love or in life, she has reached the breaking point of suffering and sees death as a viable alternative. This is dark and moving.
          Particularly enjoyed "like old reptile skin" and :Disenchanted fantasies".- Phil A.

          • Neville

            Many thanks Phil, a much appreciate take on these words, you are pretty darn near the mark too sir.

            Neville

          • dusk arising

            One senses the nobility of aging here. The jewel of memories set against uncertainty and challenged frailty of faith in a hereafter.

            Deeply sensitive writing from you which will reach the spot with all beyond their middle years.

            • Neville


              Good Sunday mane my friend.. thank you sir for taking the time to consider these words.. I am delighted by your encouraging and perspective... this one is sadly very close to home and although of course it needed to be written, I have a feeling I shall wince every time I visit them again....

              Neville

            • Goldfinch60

              Wonderful words Neville. There are people out there who do feel like this, it is a shame that some cannot see it and pull them from the brink.

              Andy

              • Neville


                Hi Andy..... many thanks to you this golden Sunday mane.. you are quite right.. tis such a darn shame.. but I guess, it has and might always be the case.... Have a good day sir...

                Neville



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