When I am Gone

When I am Gone

A Poem by Morgan A Lynch

 

I wonder if people will know I am gone.
Will they cry when they find out I have left this world?

Will they weep for my love?
Will they crave for my laughter?

Will the ones that find me fall into hate?
Will they yell why?
What made this happen?

If I was there I would whisper in their ear,

You did not love me enough when I was here
So love me when I am gone

Angles will cry that day
The grounds will start to shake
Trees will twist at the sky

I will tell them not to curse this earth

I am were I am suppose to be

© 2008 Morgan A Lynch



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This poem resonates with me because I sometimes have these same feelings. I am moved particularly by the sixth stanza: "Angles will cry that day..." SO powerful. The trees twisting pulled at my heartstrings. Great use of imagery. It's a heartbreaking, beautiful piece overall.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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This poem resonates with me because I sometimes have these same feelings. I am moved particularly by the sixth stanza: "Angles will cry that day..." SO powerful. The trees twisting pulled at my heartstrings. Great use of imagery. It's a heartbreaking, beautiful piece overall.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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thought provoking ..yes...

Posted 6 Years Ago


strong , I always wonder what will they say after , I wish I know you better to learn what to say , Yossi

Posted 7 Years Ago


Oh i just loved the idea here..what happens when i am gone..
only of late i lost a dear one..i was taking care over him..
then suddenly all sweaty looked me in the eyes ,strange looks
a dear one smiled and passed away..off course i gave in to tears and lost all composure
then all you said here came to mine..what happens then..off course as whether she will be loved
yes she will be loved all the time ,for she showed all the kindness in the world
she was missed by lots so many..and yes its like the earth did shake under my feet
thats what it feels what you leave lots of love and kindness behind you
i even went morbid and thought how was she alone there in the ground ..must be so cold
wish i could warm her a little ,but i guess she will not need that
i think our thoughts and good memories and wishes..will give her all the warmth she needs
strange this death is..where does he go or hide ,where does he take them..i am surprised
its like a special hiding place..just wish he take a good care of the ones he takes..be responsible for them
lovely write..

Posted 7 Years Ago


well done....i think we all think about that question of what would people do or say when we are gone....or if they will even care...nice job here!

Posted 8 Years Ago


Morgan this is another well crafted poem, you are an amazing artist. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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i love this piece of anguish

great feelings of sadness .. i felt it deeply

i like these lines:

You did not love me enough when I was here
So love me when I am gone

Posted 9 Years Ago


Very nice work...right up my alley.

Keep it up.

Jeff

Posted 9 Years Ago


It is funny, but I have asked these same questions - As I am certain so very many have in the past. The only difference is that you do a great job at posing the qusetions so very artisticly. Very enjoyably done.

But as to answer those questions, I know that I will miss you. Even though we talk infrequently now-a-days, I enjoy the words that flow from your pen. I will feel the void that someone of your person will leave behind. The wind wind will drift in a more hollow emptiness. And I know that I am not alone in that opinion

Posted 9 Years Ago


I wonder those thing myself many times... just how much do they really care... best we can do is live our lives ouray until our time and let fate take it from there.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Morgan A Lynch
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I am 24 years old and live in AZ.. I have prob failed every english class that i have taken. I hate to be told what to write and how to do it.. i write from the heart and things that i feel. umm to te.. more..

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