many emotions crowd my mind
I know that death is coming
yet death is but a shadow
it is the pain of dying I fear
the physical torment
and the grief of losses
I dread the death of sunrise
the season of darkness
the preemptive blindness of tears
memory is my only comfort
and soon that too will fade
every element of life banished
awareness brings sadness
depression hangs in the air
joy is muted by a stagnant fog
then there is the rage
the rage at self for my mistakes
and rage for all that I postponed
and there is hopelessness
terminal illness makes no deals
regardless of prayer or merit
like a wolf death stalks its prey
no weapon provides defense
there is no hiding place
death is a storm at sea
beyond the shores of hope
the lightning flashes a warning
abandoned in the riptide
life's breath drifts away
till strength and will are gone
death is loneliness
death is personal
no one can truly understand
emotions are a rising flood
and the worse of all is regret
all the what-if roads not taken
I am overwhelmed by the unknown
everyone prays for miracles
the well meaning lean on denial
the prayers are appreciated
but they do not change destiny
the wind relentlessly howls
I walk this path alone
I see the coming destruction
the hurricane of death
resignation is the final act
I feel it rising like the tide
then all my pain will find release
Death is a painful reality of life. You have captured the mixed emotions associated with death very well. There's fear, there's evasion, there's resignation in the face of this terrible thing that stalks like a wolf. Well-penned. A10.
Thanks Nosheen. It was somewhat painful writing this one but long ago I devoted myself to openness and honesty. In the long run I feel better sharing my feelings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If you have written it long ago, does not it contradict you, dear Barry! In relinage i send it to you by messager.
This was written about a month ago.