Forest (Photo credit: Moyan_Brenn_BE_BACK_IN_SEPTEMBER)
Would you be my friend here and stay
Make my pain and my fears go away?
I’ve been lost for all of today
Would you hold my hand for a while
Soothe confusion softly and smile?
I’ve been in darkness for such a while
Would you kiss me soft on the cheek
Listen to me though I can’t speak?
I’ve been dead for over a week
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This is a lovely yet creepy piece. Creepy in a way that I could imagine the ghost of little girl, sitting on my bed while I am half-awake, holding my hand, begging me to let her stay within the parameters of normality & reality of that dark room of mine. Yet it’s so lovely! Haha. Amazing piece! 😀
Thanks so much – yes, it is a bit creepy – it literally came to me like a song when I woke up this morning and I repeated it in my head till I could get to the computer to write it down….thank you so much for your kind words!! 🙂
I found it really sad. In the end, I didn’t take the meaning true to the word. And thus I was able to relate with it. I was there and I shudder every time I think about it.
🙂 Have a good day!
You could take it either way, as death or just a death like emotional state – I didn’t have a sense of it really, as I said in my comment above it sort of just came to me fully formed as I woke this morning. It could be a description of depression, certainly. Thank you for commenting!! 🙂 🙂
I took it as depression…..I have felt every bit of it. I remember wishing for a friend to break through and just be there with me…….It was perfect, Helen.
Thanks Skye – it’s probably less ominous as depression… 🙂 🙂 xxx
lol…and it will not keep me up at night thinking about…yes, let’s go with depression! 🙂
Sounds like a plan!!! 🙂 🙂
sorry – I may see dead people, but I don’t kiss them – love the echo efffect
🙂 thanks Paul!! 🙂
I adore this. I see this as a true place. A place I was in last year and still am in many ways. Those who are left behind after a loved one dies is in many ways ‘not living’ and we wish – dream – pray for our loved one to still be here to hold our hands, hug us dry our tears.
Thank you so much, you captured the essence of the poem as it felt to me so well! 🙂
Okay, that veered. And I didn’t have my seat belt fastened. I’m okay though. Thanks for the ride. 🙂
LOL, thanks, it is a bit of an odd poem, even for me!! 🙂 🙂
Death is so much easier indeed… ’tis the living who are burdened. xxxxxx great piece Sis
So true! Thanks Roxi!!! 🙂 🙂
I’ll bring some air freshner…
This is a very well-crafted poem. Perfect, even. The rhyme, the rhythm. It’s dark, but I find it really beautiful.
Thank you so much!! 🙂 🙂
I’ll be honest I didn’t initially like the echo but then it made so much sense when reading the last section, I at first read it as literal death but i’m glad someone suggested it being depression as now i might not have a nightmare (i’m very very easily scared lol)
LOL, thank you – as I said above the poem sort of came o me as a whole quite suddenly as I awoke yesterday, so the echo kind of came along with it! 🙂 🙂
🙂 Thanks!! 🙂
Love the style – simple but touching
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
Lovely how life goes on, isn’t it.
Very true!! thank you!! 🙂 🙂
I have been fortunate to help both of my parents after they passed. Mom was confused, and I oriented her. Dad was just happy to be rid of his frail 92-year-old body, and we laughed together, reveling in his freedom of choice before he made his decision of where to go next.