The Silent Cry Poetry Collection

Swansong

Just like the swan upon the lake,

My heart too, bleeds and breaks.

For this is my last lament,

Before I begin my descent.

It's time for this journey to end,

With these words I send.

For we're running out of time,

Fast approaching is the final line.

Farewell to the wicked and the faithful,

Those that never found me dull.

We're almost at the close,

Of this book of prose.

And when the dusk lays down its head,

Upon these verses loved and read,

I'll say a quiet goodbye,

Releasing a mournful sigh.

The moment to leave is now at hand,

My parting note nothing grand.

The sun is setting in the sky,

As the ink on the page dries.

I tip my hat to you all,

While I try to stall.

A few steps forward to disappear,

Have courage, no more fear.

For what I leave behind is haunting and dark,

Before it's ruined, let's disembark.

Keeping it beautiful and great,

Just like that swan upon the lake.