Forsaken

 

 

Forsaken 

 

High and frail

Like notes

Picked 

From an old

Overstrung  

Mandolin

She moans

Fragile

And crushed

Discarded   

And

Disregarded

Like old reptile skins

So now she

Tends to dwell on

History

Of what once was

Or might have been

Some folk

Call them memories

Now loosely bound

To earth

By so many

Disenchanted fantasies

She can but dream

Most days though

She simply envies

The inevitability of

Death 

The enormity of it

And yes

The absolute

Certainty of it

But will it mean

An end to everything

She asks ...

She begs and hopes

And prays it does 

 

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Superbly expressed. The way many must feel in old age when their loved ones and friends have gone, when they are suffering in pain and waking up each day is another nightmare. When they are lonely. They want an end to it, and so would I in those circumstances.

Chris

[Neville]

How very kind of you Chris & similarly much appreciated too...

All Good Things,
read moreHow very kind of you Chris & similarly much appreciated too...

All Good Things,

Neville

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

That which ravages can also open the mind to wonderful new things, well done, good read.

[Neville]

Thank you for visiting these words Thomas, tis much appreciated sir... Stay well out there :)

[Fay Slimm]

Forsaken - -the very word strikes a surge of pity for anyone so cursed with fragility and feeling discarded. Yet many in this troublesome world are filled with disenchantment and your heart-wrenching write tells it so movingly - - - would that the lady I know in this same situation could grasp her worth and find a new dream. An impressively deep piece Nev..................

[Neville]

Thank you my friend & would that were... stay both safe and well ..

Neville

[Robert Trakofler]

I have had in my care a lady of whom has been lamenting life all most as much as she has been lamenting the lack of life I have for the past two years been in a one sided relationship as the bane of her existence despite having saved her life at least twice now and like clockwork I go to visit her and each time I leave with a sense of absolute frustration LOL i don't not know why I keep doing it other than I tell myself she has no one else so just take it on the chin robert but in spite of who I am and all that I do can never reach her never change her sadness make her see something good about life and it makes me feel like the worst poet on the planet but yet I keep trying LOL just like I keep trying to write something as good as this Nev

[Neville]

thanking you Robert and true... stay both safe and well my friend..

[Poetic Beauty]

A very deep sentiment in this poem. I think many at the end of life are ready to move into the next realm mine I believe in is heaven

[Neville]

then I am sure you wont be alone... thank you PB... :)

[Poetic Beauty]

You are welcome

[Rania M]

For now, I never want life to end so this poem makes me wonder of those who do, who had enough of life. They must be so tired, spent and consumed. Love the reference to Mandolin and reptile skins.

[Neville]

Hang on to that zest for life my friend and for as long as you can... ..

[Rania M]

Thank you for the poem. It helped me appreciate my life better.

[Neville]

Tis funny what a scribble can do :)

[Rania M]

Power of words :)

[Lorry]

Discarded and disregarded in most instances only leads into the rabbit hole of despair that is such a long way down. Just when we think the worst must be over, something else always slams us, making us realise what we thought was the bottom was just an outcropping that has now worked itself loose and the fall continues.
I fell so far i knew it would be easier to wait it out and come out the other side.
Had a helluva job explaining it, can't even speak chinese.

[Neville]

there are so many outdated, corny and un PC responses one might be tempted to make Lorry but it would be mighty wong of me to go there.... Cheers mate ..

Neville

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

After all the pain and toiling of our days it’s unfair that we don’t know what lies beyond the gates of death. You’re doing wonders with your pen Neville.

[Neville]

and you my fine feline friend are far too generous for words.. but he thanks thee so he does and truly :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

when the pain gets this overwhelming...death comes as a relief...
a stranger we welcome into our lives...and we gladly travel with him or her into that next world.
j.

[Neville]

I have indeed witnessed it often.... cheers Jacob

N.

[Carolynn]

This is beautifully written though very sad. It’s painful to know many people suffer with this type of depression - it swallows them up then pins them down until death seems the only possible solution - or is it?

[Neville]

How very kind you are my friend & much appreciated too I might add... All Good Things,
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How very kind you are my friend & much appreciated too I might add... All Good Things,

Neville