Lights are shut
Curtains raised
A flash of life
In a moments gaze.
All alone
In this chair
I watch the play
With an aching heart
But my tears
Heal the broken parts
As slowly everything
Passes me by
But than a friend
Pale as the moon
Dressed in dark
As the nights gloom
It whispers
"Shall we?"
Not yet
I argue-
It is almost done
Can I stay
Just to see
The rising sun?
"Time is short
It waits for none."
Than do me a favor
And take me slowly
Just so I can see
At least the end
Of my story.
Embracing death
Is not giving up
It is realizing that
You have done enough
And now is the time
To rest.
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Poems Vol 02 - Shadows.
PoetryA collection of psychological, psychoanalysis, emotional and shadow self oriented poems.