The Last day

Looking back over the memories on that last day

If I could wish for one last day,

To look upon the house stood on the hill,

Before the memories slowly go away,

With my suffering dream silent and still.

To see ownership spiraled into repossession,

Numb the ruffling of my glaze eyes,

Absent and deliberately abandon,

With bucket full of water images.

When broken promises in dreams turn gray,

And bleak wind whistles with a sad thrill,

Blowing a solemn tune for that last day,

I hung my head in harmony with wasted skill.

The impact came cold as unforgiving wind,  

God from a thousand heavens looking back,

At the cost that lies within my hand,

Retracing footsteps along the broken track.

To the last day when I gave the keys away,

And left my house weeping when it matter not,

To feel I was there walking through the hallway,

Over the vacant floor bare and bright.   

Today, I still see the house stood upon a hill,

The silhouette of shadow and sunlight frame,

Appear immortalize quiet and still,

With nothing more to offer than shame.

From a dozen minds extinguished the pain,

Shroud thoughts remained deeply troubled,

Shedding tears when I pass and turn again,

Separable as dead from greater silence fled.

Reviews

[Fran Marie]

A poignant reflected piece so deeply expressed with sincere emotion..well done..

[m.s.early]

Poetry applied to the last day, the moment when when the present left and the past manifested into ink. The poet's heart has a tender or viscous way of recollecting its perception onto paper. This was touching. A sense of reflection tinted with regret.

Sullen, yet the narrator concedes to writing and seems to be coping. The reader left to judge the manner of healing if there is any.