GOODBYE

 

 

 

           

 

 

          

 

 

         Another day closes, darkness begins its usual shift.

        

         Not long ago, this was my time.

         Pick up the pen, lay my words on paper,

        

         Feel my spirit dance and lift.

     

         Now, day. Night it doesn’t matter,

         My mind perceives neither, a curse or gift.

 

         I feel I’m disappearing, helplessly drifting more each day.

         My body still remains alive.

         I walk, eat, breath.

         But the something once inside of me, decided to take leave.

 

        I know not, if this is a temporary lapse of reality, or the slow

        Journey of my soul’s imminent death.

 

       I wake each morning, open my weary eyes.

       Yes, I still exist, feeling the rhythm of every breath.

 

       Another day begins.               

       Same routine, problems to face.

       Approaching them robotically, at a slow, steady pace.

 

       For a moment, I search for my light, a single glimpse of hope.

       To my dismay, it is gone.

       Leaving behind, not a single trace.

 

       I wonder, should I try to fight against this inner death?

       Perhaps its best to let it be.

       As long as I continue to serve my purpose, to those I am obliged,

       No one seems to notice the absence of the person who once was me.

 

       I think they are happy that I no longer exist.

       The new version never complains, argues or resists.

      

   

 

 

        The flame has died.

        I am gone.

        Sadly, the girl, the woman I once was, she’s not even missed.

 

       No one said goodbye.

       Or even graced her, with a farewell kiss.

 

 

 

           GOODBYE

 

 

        

        

      

     

         

   

 

 

 

           GOODBYE

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"What we call the beginning is often the end
And to make and end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from."

T.S. Eliot: "Little Gidding"