![]() ShachathA Poem by AJ Bell
I can feel myself slipping
Everything is slowly fading to black The stars don't shine anymore They've all burnt out Their flame distinguished Nothing left but steam in the craters it created in the earth when it fell Much like our love And I hope it doesn't have to be this way I'm hoping we haven't touched down yet I'm hoping that we can move forward I'm hoping we can forgive and forget I just feel so heavy Too heavy to make a move My lungs struggling to breathe under the weight My heart slowing down My Fingers are turning blue The blackness sets in again I just can't move So I just lay there Slowly being crushed Gasping frantically for air Until I just give up She's coming soon to take me To offer me my last kiss To release me from my agony And I welcome her with open arms As her wings open in elegance I just stare in awe She smiles at me and whispers Shhhh it's okay, I'm here now Just close your eyes and think of something happy And my mind goes to you She kneels in and kisses me I see your face and you're smiling at me Giggling in fact, at something I had said And as I closed my eyes for one last time all I have are regrets © 2016 AJ Bell |
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Added on May 18, 2016 Last Updated on May 18, 2016 Tags: Poem, poet, poetry, writing, gay and lesbian, the Angel of death Author![]() AJ BellAboutI was diagnosed with Bipolar II, Anxiety & PTSD 2 years ago. In 2013 I lost my therapy animal. In the Spring of 2014 my spouse of 6 years informed me that she had been having an affair & that we were .. more..Writing
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