All alone, laid low and lonely
by the ocean's lapping waves.
Fate forgot we've one and only
life to live before our graves.
Heart of mine, before, was beating
till the gods stepped into time.
Said, "you knew that life was fleeting,
that we all run out of Rhyme.”
Laid upon my sick bed sleeping,
breathing out my borrowed breath.
I must leave my loved ones weeping.
Day has dawned: dread day of death.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 9th, 2025 08:09
- Comment from author about the poem: Penned after my recent heart attack
- Category: Sad
- Views: 15
- Users favorite of this poem: arqios, KTay
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Comments5
Scary time. Hope you are better. Glad you are able to write. My fear is to just drop and fail to leave word; and it still hasn’t come to me what to say. Liked and Faved 🙏🏻🕊️🤩
Many thanks, I'm resting up and beginning rehab soon. As I recover, my poems will, hopefully, become more positive. lol
This was a touching write hence the note below, we never know when or if , there is melancholy within the lines but also kind wisdom. All the best to you!
Many thanks.
A dark poem that shows good rhyme and flow. We at times feel it near and such times and reflections of them paint a picture not to be forgotten. Well done.
Many thanks, S.
I'm sorry to hear and hope you are on the mend, but as your poem says, we never know when our ticket will be called, so enjoy and make the most of everyday, all the best, enjoyed the read (poetically)
Many thanks, PL
You are very welcome
Emotive words Kevin, I do sincerely hope that all is better now.
Andy
Many thanks, Andy. Yeah, hopefully on the way to recovery, may be a long road, but at least I survived.
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