False Alarm

Nobody really knows when it's time to pass away...

Nearby, helpless, she stood

While the hallucinating corpse,

Being by the unseen consumed,

Stammered some words,

Distorted; forever misunderstood

 

Nearby, she sat and cried

For having to witness the theft

She wept till the eyes dried,

And then her heart she felt

Fully anesthetized; of all hope bereft

 

Agony was there,

Inhaled with every breath

With every bit of air

Lodged the smell of death

The stink of despair

 

And then the hour struck

To breathe one’s last

The heavy book was shut,

And the soul was by angels courted;

To its Lord escorted

 

Faraway, forlorn, she was,

And everlastingly, she cried,

For everlastingly, she lost

Her treasure; her guide,

When the mother died

Reviews

[David Scott]

I am sorry you can pen this loss so well... I know you have felt it in your core.
Is there a time to live and a time to die? I think yes and no. No, in respect to thinking we a predestined to some clockwork fate of a manipulating God. Yes, in respect to everything is what and when it is. The now is all we have at any given time. Sometimes the now is life and at other times it is dealing with our mortality in this life. If we honor the now to the best of our potential, I believe we not only ensure our now stretches into eternity, but we also experience the fullest measure of our existence. Interestingly enough, we honor those who no longer live in our now when we accept what is in the season of our life at any given moment.
I feel you have done this well in your poetry.
Sorry to go so deep, but I found the write stimulating.
Be well dusty,
Scott.

[Eve S.]

I have been taught when a child that in “destiny and fate” I must believe. They said it is part of being a true believer to have no doubts and no complaints about whatever destiny brings, since it is the will of God, and we, humans, should not rebel against it. We should, they say, accept everything that comes from Him, including death. I say have we any other alternatives? No, I’m afraid, no.
Death is a fatality that none can change. And when it comes to what it is, and when it would be, I think these are matters beyond our knowledge; beyond our imperfect human perception. I only have the certitude that death is not the end, and that though the body fades, the soul is immortal. This may sound as a mere vague personal belief, yet in it I find a rational, I dare say, explanation to the phenomenon, and a sort of consolation.
Is it all God’s manipulation? I wouldn’t call it so! “God does not play dice with the universe.”
I believe, yet, that everything is already written down...
You needn’t say sorry for sharing your thoughts anymore! I’m very much pleased to have this interesting discussion about a theme that not everybody dares or cares to tackle.

Thank you :) !

[David Scott]

I am happy to hear your thoughts. I too was taught many opinions as a child. These opinions were not the hard facts they were represented to be at the time; rather, these opinions represented suppositions and edicts for living. I find no fault in living to the best of our abilities and even holding onto belief systems we are comfortable with. Still, we need to be open to our own growth spiritually and cognitively. The relative knowledge base is always changing.
This much I know as a point of reason in my mind. I have free will. I can choose by actions. I can type a word or not. The actions I take today will affect the future path I travel. Yes, I will find any path leading to and passing through the funneling pricking point of death. However, as you have stated, the "trajectory" of the eternity beyond this constriction in time and choice will be affected by those same choices I make today and in the future. It is wonderful to think we are the authors of our fate in many ways. No, not every chance happening of ill or good, but indeed the intention and disposition of our lives.
I love this topic btw... :)
Thank you for your openness and willingness to discourse on the topic.

[Bella belle]

i liked the poem :pain was so vivd and felt in it :well, when it comes about we all know just a little about it .however,when it comes to its effect on the living it happpens that i know a lot :when you lose a person whom you have loved and liked much it is not going to be even a feeling that can described it just to painful to a point that makes wor'ds escape .i too believe that we are the creators of our own destinies it true that( we do not have control over alll things in things in life ,but we do have power over the choices that we made and that s what really matters ,nice topic to be brought to the surface ;)

[Eve S.]

Thank you Rima for sharing you view. I apprecciate that ! I hope can read some of your writings soon. Peace

[Thesecuts]

Wow I loved this. This is so deep and you are so gifted

[Eve S.]

I'm glad you liked it. Thank you. :)

[Patricia]

Beautiful sadness and it flowed well and expressed warmly. Well done :)

[Eve S.]

It's quite unbelievable that it took me year to thank you.

[PoemRodent]

You have created a nice flow and a striking visual of feelings with words. A gift and refreshing to read.
Thanks for sharing this piece, I have enjoyed reading it.

Rob

[Eve S.]

I'm glad you could see something through it Rob. Thank you for your kind words, and you are most welcome!

[MeagChev]

This is so powerful! I lost a loved one last year, but haven't been able to write about it yet. Sending you the best!

[Eve S.]

Sometimes, when feelings are so intense, it takes time to release them.
Thank you for passing by :) !