Shadows Of Broken Sorrow by: Adam N. Duran Poem by Adam N. Duran (The Forgotten Poet)

Eyes shine through the shadows of broken sorrow,
for it is here I shall stay with no signs of a tomorrow.
Here eating the ash of my own desolation,
knowing I should not have come to this place of isolation.

Eyes stare…

Not mournfully nor empathetically.
They stare blankly at my misery,
judging blindly,
hatefully at my forgotten deeds.
Watching me fall to my own depravity,
While singing musically songs of ecstasy.
Cheering viciously at my demise and entropy…
Forsaking the love, they once held for me!

I am bleeding…
I am drowning…

Drowning in the ashes I have consumed.
Bleeding with the onset of decay,
from my now rotting wound.

I watch as Death gracefully looms.
I feel a gentle relief as he carefully lifts me to his breast,
an act of compassion that tells me… It shall be soon!

He whispers…

He whispers a sonnet from better days,
reminding me of the life I lead.
One where pain and misery were not fed.
A time before the ash and decay.
In the end I recalled the love I had come to dread.

Shh… I hear the bells.

'Oh, how sweet to know my end has fell.'
Louder and louder these bells chime at last.
Their ring clouding my miserable past,
as Death holds my ash stained and decayed remains…
They ring…

I feel as though I were a babe!
with every ring,
it is peace that washes over me.
Oh, how It soothes my brittle soul.

But alas,
I am still stained…
And still those eyes stare…

Oddly, there is something different with their glare,
as if those eyes stare… With care!

Oh, how I now loathe this new stare.
For they did not care while I was eating the ashes of my soul!
They did not mournfully seek me, till the grave diggers dug this hole!

I am consumed with pity,
for this destiny was foretold.
Now they are the guilty,
for they unwittingly casted me greedily forth.
Casted me to the beast of a lonely despair,
then ignorantly turned their backs to thee,
while I begged them not to isolate me.

Is this happiness?
Is this what I've pursued?

For my battered body longed for rest.
But as the earth falls upon me,
I panic for an instant,
for this dirt confirms I have no life left.
It blankets me in the cold shadows of sorrow,
filling in the place where broken dreams weathered me hollow.

But panic does flee… eventually!

Death stares down at thee.
Though ever so brief,
I warm with the love he has for me.
His eyes caress and ease my fears.
Spellbound I could do nothing but obey.

'Do not be afraid.'
His voice echoed in my now decayed brain.

'The vastness of nothingness should not be feared.
So, sleep now and worry not,
for your end is here.'

I close my eyes,
as the last of my tears dry.

Silence…
I hear not a peep.
Not even a ring.

Darkness…
There is no glow of judgmental glare,
nor Death's loving stare.

Loneliness…
Loneliness fades along with my despair!

Now tis only the worms that cast their sights on me.
These worms who greedily keep my company.
But, in the end they too shall turn their backs to thee.
They too, shall leave.
When I am nothing more than dust,
they too shall mourn…
For hunger will move them to the next soul,
that was tormented and torn.
And oh, how they shall reap!

Now I must sleep,
for I am so very tired,
and thy tale has at last come to an end.
With relief there will be no tomorrow,
and no more, 'shadows of broken sorrow! '

Goodnight…!