Poem -
All That's Left
I'm close to life's conclusion
The break in the illusion
The loss of something dear
With little hope of restitution
I feel me slipping fast
The shatter of the glass
Decay at merely fractions
But a fraction more to last
It tears me limb from limb
Misfortune at a whim
Seraphim translations of my sorrows
In a hymn
And aren't you entertained
Enraptured but what pained
Charmed by things that harmed
Delight in what can blight
I write this poem as proof that I existed
And drew breath
For buried under miles of it all
Is all that's left
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Hi Curious onlooker.
‘The last song has not been played as yet.
Each breath is a gift of life.. and an opportunity to do good.
Keep doing your best for your fellow man, and leave the rest in God’s hand.
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Best of wishes.
Very well said my friend, sometimes life will see how much pain you can endure. The lord gives his strongest soldiers the toughest battles!