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The Walking Dead
Vacant stares and greying hairs
Epitomize my darkest fears
You were here but now you're dead
With grim reminders in your stead
What can I say to comfort the living
I'm haunted by my own misgivings
The weary steps of the pallbearers
The chill of death grows ever nearer
Mine in the maddening stillness
My guilt and your fatal illness
The way you were willing to die
The way you appear to peacefully lie
How you never feared death
Your final sigh and parting breath
They closed your eyes and folded your arms
Yet I can barely imagine the alarm
As you screamed from the pain
Tearing flesh and boiling rain
Endless agony with no relief
Realizing life was far too brief
All of its' pleasures are gone
You wish you would've held on
Yet to me you seem at peace
As if your soul had found release
Your friends all speak kindly
As they live out their lives blindly
And they will wind down as well
Only to be dispelled
How can I comfort the grieving
To smile yet not be deceiving
To say you've gone to a better place
When I know in my heart that's not the case
Sometimes I just don't want to speak
The truth too sad and the outlook bleak
Scripture tells me that I have hope
And need no longer wander and grope
Yet life is so raw to me
The invisible realities I'm made to see
I see everything wasting away
Sweetness and beauty in rapid decay
Losing my mother and father someday
How can I make a deceitful display
How can I possibly laugh or smile
Won't it reinforce the denial
You are such an incredible
You are such an incredible writer! I am always so excited to read your work. It is so honest and SO perceptive, but I am sure you already knew that. x)
Wow!! Thank you very very
Wow!! Thank you very very much. In a way almost all of my poems are autobiographical in one way or another. It's like "Where's Waldo?" Or rather," where has Peter hidden himself in this poem?" Thank you again. :)
This poem is a good read
This poem is a good read and is well written I also like your rhyming. We have one life and one earth, all can be confusing at times this is probably hell.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
Thank you very much,
Thank you very much, A.Griffiths! :D
It's me. Trying desperately
It's me. Trying desperately not to stutter.
My Dearest Friend Peter
My Dearest Friend Peter,
Heaven and Hell are mere hallucinations of the sleeping mind. These places are designed by wise people.Mr Peter, please do awaken and just listen to your inner voice(conscience) and just do whatever it says. Nothing can go wrong I can guarantee.But alas !! the battle of the charms of worldliness over the conscience. Sometimes the inner voice loses.Then we land in Hell.Do good you'll always be in Real Heaven. Sorry for the foolish and unwanted indoctrination.YOU ARE A GOOD PERSON.Go on with your present work and also some writing and everything else will fall into place.
~your~wellwisher~very~far~away~but~under~the~same~sun~moon~and~stars
©bishu
Thanks, Bishu. :)
Thanks, Bishu. :)