Ishika

Peaceful Bed

Lying on the ground,

Head tilted to your bed,

I smiled when I saw you,

In the cemetery of dead,

My hands, flowers and that smile,

Like the first time we dated,

You brought me the same,

And now it could never get faded,

The name with that respect,

Mister I already fell for you,

You left me behind,

But I will never do that to you,

The dirt you were covered with,

Messed up my explanation,

I slept with a smile,

In your heavenly created nation,

My last breathe,

My last sleep,

I ensured it was beside you,

Where my death bed should be,

I found my peace in you.

 

Comments3

  • Paul Bell

    This could be a great epitaph, the depth running through it is stark.
    An end where peace resides.

    • Ishika

      Thank you So much!

    • The BlackShakespeare

      Nicely written.

      • Ishika

        Thank you so much!

      • L. B. Mek

        'The dirt you were covered with,
        Messed up my explanation,

        I slept with a smile,
        In your heavenly created nation,

        My last breathe,
        My last sleep,
        I ensured it was beside you,

        Where my death bed should be,
        I found my peace in you.'
        if we're one of the lucky, few
        who are gifted 'that one', in their lives
        there's little worth, in fighting that thread of magnetic fate;
        although, our endings may differ
        the inevitability of our thoughts, surrendering willingly to wherever we keep 'them' locked away, in our minds
        is a stark - part, of our reality
        we just have to accept...
        (I doubt anyone who's fallen
        completely 'disturbingly' in love, at any point in their lives
        can fail to relate with the sincerity and angst imbued in your beautifully worded poem)
        thank you! for choosing to share

        • Ishika

          Thank you so much! 🙂



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