Epilogue Poem by Agatha Eliza

Epilogue



with these final words today I enclose a chapter..
it first began with a revelation..a muse..a poet
a long hour dedicated to a dream,
a minute of creative inspiration
a second which blinded all my senses!
and at the crossroads of life, I realized that
existence is nothing but an ode to melancholy.
I've seen the stage..lots of faces.-what a show!
the velvet scarlet curtains pulled down and up
covering Hamlet and the Queen of Cups..
there were some dreams which animated silence
..they were in vain..
there were tears which suffocated me gently
..there was the pain..
today, a heavy lead is melting in front of my eyes;
maybe it's just a sudden impulse,
or another second that lingers for awhile
or is it just a fugitive touch upon a face
burnt by a pair of hands sank in golden clay?
and..eventually..I see your being drawn to eternity
making way, secretly, throughout the maze of infinity.

Monday, February 21, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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Edward Kofi Louis 10 March 2016

A sudden impulse. Thanks for sharing.

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