The illusion of angels
In that hour when dark seems near
Sings a choir with voices that sound so pure
Hands lay cold upon your chest
To wake you from your mortal rest
From a place some fear but some have yearned
For me it seems you are returned
To shine your light a little more
If not as brightly as before
Mourning is a selfish thing
No matter what comfort death might bring
My pain hurts as all I grieve
I’ll hide the anger as you leave
I am just as sorry for me as you
You’ve made the peace you wanted to
For as we stood around you crying
We could not help but hear the dying
So mourning was a selfish thing
I pray your comfort death did bring
I pray your soft lights guide you home
I know that now you’re not alone
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Author:
Andrew Charles Forrest (
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- Comment from author about the poem: When your oldest friend dies I wasn't prepared for the loneliness even though I am still surrounded by family when the person you have the most in common with in the world is gone it's a selfish dark place you're left in Love takes a while to find its way back but as always it gets there in the end Look out for this and don't forget that one person you've known the longest no matter who it is
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Well written and expressed
Thank you Tony
Welcome
A fine write Andrew. I can't see how mourning is selfish though. Unless we mope in self-pity for ages.
This is such a lovely sensitive write - I have a close friend who has been quite ill recently but has thankfully pulled through it - but it make me realise how much I would miss him - thanks for the posting.
Thank you Michael
That's good to hear...
This is beautiful. Touching. Heartfelt. I'm speechless. Love it. Love it.
There are those of us who will be able to relate to these fine words, even as we work through them... others , sadly but inevitably will come to understand in their own time.... a very powerful and emotionally charged poem Andrew sir....... Neville
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