Request

Forest

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
Today

Would you hold my hand for a while
Soothe confusion softly and smile?
I’ve been in darkness for such a while
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
A week

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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29 Responses to Request

  1. kregianmiral says:

    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!! 🙂

  2. howanxious says:

    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!! 🙂 🙂

  3. Skye says:

    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.

  4. sorry – I may see dead people, but I don’t kiss them – love the echo efffect

  5. words4jp says:

    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.

  6. Okay, that veered. And I didn’t have my seat belt fastened. I’m okay though. Thanks for the ride. 🙂

  7. Death is so much easier indeed… ’tis the living who are burdened. xxxxxx great piece Sis

  8. Brian Hughes says:

    I’ll bring some air freshner…

  9. Elia Bintang says:

    This is a very well-crafted poem. Perfect, even. The rhyme, the rhythm. It’s dark, but I find it really beautiful.

  10. fibee5 says:

    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)

  11. Hector says:

    Love the style – simple but touching

  12. Lovely how life goes on, isn’t it.

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