I woke up this morning to nothing,
Emptiness crowded my lonely room,
The sound of silence was deafening,
I was blinded by the rays of gloom,
(Just a dress rehearsal for the tomb)
Walking on the sands of time, I wept,
No footprints next to mine, nor behind,
No one there to take my outstretched hand,
Even memories were hard to find,
(Seeing the truth..... better I were blind)
I woke up this morning with no one,
But I've shed the fetters of pretense,
Waiting for the storm I knew would come,
I then ordered the day to commence,
(To whom but the poet would that make sense!)
I woke up this morning..... I asked why,
Looking back, how unreal it all seems,
Relics of love, all frozen in time,
Now regrets take the place of my dreams,
(Dreams..... just wishes taken to extremes)
Reality woke me this morning,
No castles in the air left to build,
I touch, but I can no longer feel,
Has the last page of my life been filled?
(Just maybe, the last of my tears spilled?)
i have written an echo poem [an invention of Brian Johnston] to this. mine doesn't totally take the negative attitude this one tends to. mine is called You Woke Up...... bri :)
BRAVO! and condolances. a mutual friend put me on the trail leading to you poem, which now joins others on my growing MyPoemList. not only does this make sense (i think) , but it is very well-paced, and the rhyming is exceptional. BUT you probably already knew those things! not TOO long, nor TOO short on words. thanks for sharing. bri :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lora, that was a heart wrenching poem! It was excellent, very well written. I felt despair but just a bit of optimism in the form of questions at the end of the poem which was comforting. Has the last page of my life been filled? (Just maybe, the last of my tears spilled?)