A shove so great to break you -
Falling, flailing into nonbeing;
No longer knowing your greatness.
A gentle man beaten by insanity,
And a love that crushed your spirit.
Lost to those who knew you well –
My hand outstretched to yours;
Begging for forgiveness, strength,
As I watch you succumb to yourself.
Your mind twisted with toxic beliefs.
Hear her words with powerful disbelief –
A crumpled up man alone and forgotten;
Finally quieted and at peace with himself.
It cannot be true! What have I done?
To know now a call could’ve saved you.
Reflection upon our closing words -
Wicked, unloving they were meant to be.
And I cup what’s left of my tender love;
Hoary ashes now free of a once warm soul.
Blown into the winds with hope of a final truce.
You really have great poems too.This is a very nice piece; infact, you've taken some levels too.Thanks E.K.L.
Your poem has really good insight to what it might feel like, it's really descrpitive in a mental point of veiw & less of the phyisical charactaristic of it. Over all I loved it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks dear kim.This is the right poem I am looking for long time.Great piece for me. I am a devil poet. Insanity is my dress.Immorality is my religion.