Treasure Island

K.C. Ford

(crowle)

T.H


Drug induced sleep
Deceives watching eyes
Gathered around the dying bed
that you pass peacefully into oblivion.

No blaze of glory, no glorious end,
No stampeding hooves
Over the horizon hammering
Clear into history.

You died alone. Each alone
we suffer what we cannot share,
we endure until the moment cracks
and the will slips through.

All that remains is the mourners grief,
The anguish, the vacant loss,
The darkness out side the curtained window;
the cold enduring night.

Submitted: Sunday, September 29, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

A number of years ago I was walking past a news stand when I saw the headline in a local paper that Ted Hughes had died of cancer. It was this that inspired this poem.

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  • Tyler Howard (3/9/2014 10:15:00 AM)

    Very good usage of descriptive adjectives throughout the poem, as well as very well placed verb usages to captivate a visual effect of the emotion expressed. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this. (Report) Reply

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