mother walk me to the graveyard
lay me down and kiss my eyes
sing me softly to my slumber
and I will sing my last goobyes

time they call the greatest healer
time for me brings naught but pain
how can I endure this heartache
leave me to my tears again

lives are shaped by fate uncaring
author of the cruelest japes
who would take our deepest feelings
warp them into hideous shapes

I will take no more of this for
I have not the strength to cope
I can only feel the darkness
lost to me the slightest hope

mother I have been a failure
nothing that I touch is real
where can I go but the graveyard
let this be the last I feel

truly have I tried to bear this
waiting for the pain to cease
finally I know the truth is
death can be the great release

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  1. abikertoo

     /  November 18, 2012

    At rest, at last!!

  2. Oh, sunovawot,you’ve written some dark poems.(this be very dark with youth wanting to go on to the next world)
    It’s beautiful.

  3. damommza

     /  November 19, 2012

    Excellent cadence in this poem. It really flows and the story moves along quickly which had me speeding up to see how it would end. Your last stanza was, of course, the best. *Bravo* on this one! šŸ˜€

    • Thank you šŸ˜€ When the first line popped into my head, I knew this wasn’t going to be a cheery ditty šŸ˜€


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