Ruins (church) (Photo credit: Abhijith B.Rao)
I felt the last
Single beat
Of my heart
Like a bell
Tolling deep
In a ruined cathedral
My body spent
I arose
Like a whisper
To find
Fallen leaves
And yesterday’s echoes
No shining light
Beckoned me
No depths to draw me down
To drown
There is only
This cold threshold
Where wraiths like me
Solemnly proceed
Whispering prayers
To silence
No revelation or illumination
No face of God
Appears
No promise of the next step
Only time
Dripping immemorial
Vague incoherent hope
Of rebirth
In the wake
Of our tears
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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Intriguing.. and I find it beautiful somehow.. the eternity, the unknowing after death.
Yes, the greatest mystery of all…. thank you!! 🙂
So um… I sure hope death isn’t like that… the shining light sounds nice, I want that. (I hope I am interpreting your poem correctly, I am kind of tired).
You did interpret it correctly, and I hope you’re right about death to – the poem did paint a rather bleak picture. 🙂
Goodness! This is breathtaking! Scary, yet beautiful and peaceful at the same time. I love it!
Thanks Briana!! 🙂 🙂
Vague incoherent hope
Of rebirth
Great!!!!
Thank you!!! 🙂 🙂
really enjoyed reading this, so sad in way to hear she’s stuck in limbo.
Thank you, yes, it is a rather sombre poem! 🙂 🙂
ooo…. creepy
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
“Fallen leaves
And yesterday’s echoes” lovely
Thanks Melanie!! 🙂 🙂
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