Poem -
Death Approaches
Death is raring his trusty scythe
Approaching the residence of the feeble mind
I can smell his sulphur coated cloak, abrasive and rugged, shedding dead skin from quondam corpse
An endless weight for him to bear
He lurks behind hedge and fence
His eyes stained with Humanities demise
I cast a fearful spell and hide my father behind fairy dust and light
But he moves between the shadows faster than I can chant
He is at my threshold,
Waiting with the patience of a Saint, listening for that final beat of heart
That final breath, that last atom, taken by is pale grasp
I want him to live forever, I know in my heart he will, for I have taken my father's love
Before deaths kill.
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Although my father is still on this earth, his illness seems to have excelled in recent weeks, I am hopeful he will make a recovery but I wrote this not necessarily about his passing, more so the passing of a friend, or neighbor.
I was standing in my kitchen when I wrote this as I could feel death and his breath beating next to me, Reminding me that a visit is overdue to someone soon.
I just don't know who.
Nice powerful write Gerard.
death is never far away.
Thank you.
A emotive write and one that stikes a chord in the heart of anyone weighed down with the expectancy of death for anyone they know and care about...I wish your Father well Gerard and really feel a connection with what you have written..my own darling Mum has Dementia and I feel sometimes surrounded by that endless yet imminent approach of finality..which in its very existence unites us all. Lodigiana x
Thank you so much lodigiana for understanding this piece, it's a difficult time for me, I'm hitting 36 years of age and I have big plans for the next 50, most of which I would hope involved my father, I'm planning on moving country and I was hoping he would visit me but he recently got a Parkinson's diagnosis and it is hitting me hard, I don't know how to deal with it, I watched my nana die from the same disease.
Such a powerful write my friend, I've felt this darkness so many times in my life I know the hairs on my neck stood up read this well done my friend,
Thank you so much Kay.
Taking the rough, with the smooth, you appreciate all that life gives you....but you recognize in your heart-of-hearts what is present throughout the darkness and light. The fragility of it all is clear to those who identify losses with passing times. You learn that any moment is precious when confronted by stark realities. The want of the medicinal fundamental philosophies and blessings making most of it all drives you through time and space, looking forward to experiences mattering to you. The grim closeness of the ending of the story, on all occasions, gives vent to passion as well as circumspection or reflection. You adjust your ideas to cope with the enormity of losing what is so involving and heart-provoking. LIFE IS LEARNING TO LIVE WITH LOSS. LIFE IS LEARNING TO LIVE. No one can deny the power of sensations' finality and in fatality you find more.....a promise to yourself to see what is true and real and what stirs the soul as well as strengthening it. Take care, my friend.
WATCHING THE EYES GLAZE OVER, WHEN A LOVED ONE DIES.....TEACHES YOU MORE, THAN YOU'LL EVER KNOW.
You speak the truth Richard, thank you for taking to time to truly understand. Death certainly teaches us about life. l often think through centuries of human evolution, death still falls hard upon our minds, you would think it would be easier to deal with by now but it's not, especially with a loved one. I tell myself that all death is, is the natural decay of a body that enables us to function on earth and we leave it when it dies.
Watching the eyes glaze over awakens me to a higher understanding.
Thank you.
It is said, " You have to understand death, to understand life. "
Wishing you the best, as always.
You understand the truth, because of your experiences.
Take care, my friend. :)
I'm sorry for what you are going through aswell Cherie, life is just not fair, that's that. All the death and all of life's harsh lessons, bringing us to places we don't want to be, all the higher levels of consciousness and ideas we get, everything that life has to offer, then we die and only in the eyes and minds of those we have touched, do we remain.
but they will never comprehend those last moments of breath, they will never see what heaven truly is until they too die. It all seems a bit insane.