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Life .. Death .. and that phone call ...
Smoke fills the air…
remnants of an addicted nature ...
An empty bottle by my side …
liquor a regular feature.
A future seemingly bleak...
My mind convoluting without brakes
I seek out the easiest escape route ,
one decision is all it takes.
As moments slither by ,
the ceiling fan seems friendlier ...
To end it all seems appropriate ,
a tragic end to a dismal failure
I look around for an alternative,
all routes showing none ...
I messed up bad, I know it,
The world too small for me to run ...
Just a few more moments remaining ,
a sad conclusion to the million seconds before ...
I steel myself towards the finality ...
resignation writ large on my soul ....
And then the phone starts ringing ...
I wonder who the caller might be ...
the incessant ring filling up the void
begging to be answered by me...
A tentative 'Maa' comes forth,
as I recognize the caller on the phone ...
my eyes start pouring away .
as my soul unburdens my woes
She proclaims no miraculous mantra ...
no grand statements of inspiration ...
she simply connects to me ...
courage enough to challenge my damnation.
As I recall that call over the years ...
my beautiful daughter by my side
a few roses for a stony grave
and for my dear mother who never died.
I enjoyed reading your poems!
I enjoyed reading your poems! you sure do have a way of drawing your audience in, especially with those stories :) keep up the fresh vibe!
Once again,
Simply brilliant! Total verisimilitude! Felt it to my core on both ends of the phone...and the scent of roses.
This is generous praide ....
My gratitude for your review & the sentiment behind it :)
He who knoweth himself ... knoweth the world ....
i love the way u love ur
i love the way u love ur daughter <3
Thank you .... I hope I would fully justify your sentiment ...
when I have a lovely daughter ( a son will do too !!! )
Thanks for the review, friend :)
He who knoweth himself ... knoweth the world ....
thaks to u for sharing :)
thaks to u for sharing :)
Somewhere a Rose In Sunlight
Your tone is always so sad. Even in death, there is a time a season to rejoice and feel life throbbing around you precious and vibrant, full of color and light, a contrast to the darkness, no? - Lady A (surrounded by darkness too)
I do not know about 'always' but yes, I do dwelve on the darker
aspects of life . Thankfully it has somehow made me more appreciative of the 'other side' or the 'lighter' side as some would call .... I actually think this poem is one of my few 'lighter' or 'happier' poems .. since the end message conveyed is about the beauty of relationships , love and life.
And to the 'surrounded by darkness' thesis, all that I can hope to do would be to lend a comforting ear and a warm spirit.... from one soul to another ...
My thanks again .. for the review & the understanding :)
He who knoweth himself ... knoweth the world ....