The cuckoo sings
to signify morning
the sun shines bright
the day is dawning.
Eyes fly open
and mine should follow
but my body is stiff
my shell feels hollow.
Why can't I move
aren't I awake
this must be a dream
it feels too fake.
But real it is
my spirit is flying
I don't understand
fate must be lying.
I reach out a hand
to caress my sunken face
I've been like this a while
adorned in black lace.
My body isn't mine
how it used to be
why are you mourning
this isn't me.
You scream out my name
but I don't understand
that body isn't mine
that's not my hand.
You leave me alone
with a single tear
but don't waste your efforts
I won't reappear.
My case is lowered
atop it, a single photograph
my last memory with you
before you walk a new path.
My spirit mixes with the misty morning
and joins the fog with a passing crow
the darkness is nothing, it's all I see
the Sun's impression has skipped by me.
...Years have passed,
I'm an afterthought,
don't pretend you remember,
you've already been caught.
The Sun shines for you,
acting as your light,
but to me all I have
is an ethereal night.
~Jiminy~
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How I Feel (Poetry)
PoesieMostly just thoughts to paper- I write what I feel and there's little else to it~ Please don't copy any of my poems to any social networking sites, or claim them to be your own, thank you~ All photos used in my book are credited to their owner :)
