Orlando Belo

Gold Star - 14,803 Points (Derby, England)

A Troubled Soul - Poem by Orlando Belo

In the early hours,
I saw tall church spires,
graveyard tombstones,
and decaying bones.
A troubled soul that once lay,
beneath the soil and clay,
ventured to find,
an escape in my mind.

She promised me no peace,
until she could find release,
for her desiring thoughts,
that from death had been caught.
In a world where time,
helps not the spiritual mind.
Where fragments of memory,
make death a misery.

I desperately tried to end my dream,
but in vain, it would seem.
Forever tormented I would be,
until I would willingly agree,
to let her re-live her days,
in the most dreamlike of ways.
To see as it was once more,
in her happiest times of yore.

To see her family and friends,
and the days she would spend.
Playing and having fun,
in the warm bright sun.
Her treasured childhood dreams,
of scones, jam, and cream.
One last push of the swing,
before the church bells ring.

Threading chains of daisy flowers,
that seemed to take hours.
Watching for the looking cheaters,
who played hide and seekers.
Playing postman’s knock,
when wearing a new party frock.
Hopscotch and skipping,
and toffee apple licking.

Eating buttered bread by the fire,
that was toasted on a fork of wire.
Poking coal-burning flames,
during guessing games.
The house fire that spread,
whilst she slept in her bed.
A new world so unlike her last,
where she yearns for her past.

With all memories re-seen,
she will leave my dream,
until a time comes again,
when she’ll walk memory lane,
here on my pillow,
where my mind she can borrow.
She whispers sleep tight,
and bids me goodnight.

Topic(s) of this poem: life and death

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 11, 2015

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