My soul is mellow
The hues of this eve sallow
And the old moon a queer
Shade of yellow.
Your life seems to be drifting
On a stream so silent
That my breathing seems labored
My heartbeats clamored
My pulse like a hammer
Against the cool routine
Of your dispassion.
Did i tell you I’m dying dear?
Did that not come up
In the course of the conversation
We were having over dinner?
Oh don’t bother to waste a tear
I shall not linger longer
Than your patience
Could persevere
I know how things
Out of the commonplace
Irk you so very much, my dear
And so, I’ve made it clear
To my doctor, Peter Peirce,
That no ventilator
Or resuscitation required,
No chances at life needed here.
to the apathy and loveless years of a stale marriage...i see it happen and i dread ever having to feel that kind of apathy for a loved one.life is so cruel
I shall not linger longer Than your patience Could persevere beautiful...
A nice composition. I love the following lines most- 'I shall not linger longer Than your patience Could persevere'
it is sad but isn't sadness a reality and sometimes bliss, , , , , , , , , loved reading it 10
Clever compostion. Enjoyed reading this... rather tongue in cheek but true nevertheless! HG: -) xx
PAINS EXPRESSED IN BFUL WORDS... I HOPE THEY DON'T REMAIN IN YOUR LIFE FOR A LONG TIME...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love destined to die...mercy killing? No...The poem pictures the passivity of an inevitable ending of a stale relationship...an ending preferred and awaited mutually...an impressive write on the selected subject...10