4 am incoherence

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by speranzaperduta

by speranzaperduta

                                    
                                              Oh things lost
and long forgotten
Thoughts I could never quite catch
I ask you to forgive me, i could never clench
my fingers around you. 
                          Your whispers brush me, 
now i feel it clearly, 
and for that I thank you dearly, 
although I can't understand 
                          Anything you say, dear, 
I can't seem to comprehend, I fear
the ones above have left me in the end
And as I move frenetic 
my limbs shake, I think I'll have it 
without too much complaining, 
I won't feel dread

                          But now I think I'm dead 
and all the utterings you let 
me hear 
are slipping under my forgetful brain
and layers of despair and disdain
                          Keep me warm in this night, mere 
murmurs here now fight 
for my attention and all 
I always kept under control
                          As my last breath leaves me,
i beg you to repeat the 
utterings that followed me all time. 
Remember that I thank you dearly 
and my thoughts will leave before 
my mind can finally let go and then relax.