Peter Bain

Sad - Poem by Peter Bain

Looking out my window
I see the winter chill
Cold droughts all around me
Darkness on the hill

It's coming for me soon
As many times before
It never lets me go
Consuming evermore

This could be the night
This darkness has it's way
It makes it's final journey
Has the final say

No more positive thinking
The tears run down my face
I'm lost to this conclusion
The darkness has its place

I fall into a restless sleep
Dreaming of a darkened sea
I sense a warmth around me
Someone pulling me free

I wake and see a woman
I think i see a smile
Darkness scratches the window
And retreats a hasty mile

She takes my frozen hand
And I sob, and I cry
She holds me tight and whispers
'Your not going to die'

I might just make it this time
Someone seems to care
I'll fight this yearly nightmare
My burden to bare

Topic(s) of this poem: sadness

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  • (10/24/2015 6:25:00 PM)

    Wow! Very vivid and intense portrayal of near death dreams. Darkness does have a place in our interior lives at times, making us think when awakened how we live better and happier lives and helping others. Great writing, I loved this poem. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 24, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 24, 2015

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