I lie with no thoughts, a lump of stone,
dead, unfeeling, cold, heavy and hard
I stand alone, abandoned, blind, and deaf
Broken from my primal bed,
a rough and battered, splintered, shard,
scattered, shattered, bits of what I once was
Dark, stranger to light, I do not sparkle, or shine,
dull as charcoal even in the bright sun
I cast a shadow that leaves no mark
All flaws exposed, mixed with millions of others,
I repose in the dust from which I've come
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sorenbarrett (
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Brilliant!
('Headstone
as our beginning, to that surreal
where, we've always belonged'
where existence's, poisonous
influences, can no longer
reach us, warp us, steal from us
that who
we so strived to be, once
when we looked upon a world
full of possibility's, light
and all our hurts, could be resolved
by a kiss or a hug
from a warmth, we never realised
will soon be taken from us
till someday, our physical bodies
devoid of breath
will match, that frozen heart
we've been carrying all along
since Time, stopped becoming
our avenue to that scope
of better, we so naively
vehemently, believed
was awaiting
at that next, blind corner
or stumble
we crawled back up, from
one cruel cut of fate
at a Time...
'Headstone's
as beginnings of our reprieve')
Thank you so much for your review dear friend. Your remarks are inspirational. Thanks again
...imagining what sort of headstone shall mark the laying of my remains and what inscription shall be carved onto its surface knowing all well that the weathering and most probable vandalism would scour that down to a lump with no thoughts... your fine words brought my thoughts afar off, yet again!
Thank you so much Cryptic. My thoughts, at this time in life, can not help but reflect on such things. I appreciate your review and comments.
This is transcendental! You truly, as opposed to your poem's subject, SHINE with such bright, fervent radiance. The assonance in the words "scattered, shattered" are so haunting in the reader's mind. This is wonderful.
Thank you so much for your review Rocky, it is nice to have you back and I appreciate your kind words they are humbling.
In my youth I sometimes thought of death as the infinite sleep, where I would simply fade off into a final dream. Now in my final years I sense the familiarity of your words and find the headstone only says that we existed, it cannont know who we were or what our dreams. Your Headstone speaks poignantly in wonderful imagery dear friend, and my privilege to read.
Thank you dear Bella for your read and most insightful and kind comments they are deeply appreciated.
And to which I will eventually return.... different timespan, but same fate as the organic matter it has been enlisted to mark. In that role it is of no concern that same matter; as an image of the process it was quite vivid, Soren.
Thank you Dave for the most insightful interpretation. Yes all things go that way. I appreciate your review and comments.
We all come from and go to dust Soren.
Andy
Thank you Gold. So we do, as does everything else. I appreciate the review and comment.
You stand alone, but you still stand, so there is hope..
Thank you so much for the review and the most positive comments
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