A Final Song
A Final Song
I embark
like I have so many times before.
I spark
the brain cell but there’s only one left and it’s death and nothing more.
A single note played and sung
like a tune
to finally end this reign
nobody knew too soon.
I lift my body
one last time for my love.
She loves me deeply
and I don’t want to go
one last time for my love.
The journey ends as it must
and I need it to.
I need this to end quickly,
as quickly as I needed you.
Nobody knew but my mind
and yours too.
Amazing how life lifts you, drops you,
bores you and floors you.
But I’m free
like a weight is lifted.
Death is freedom
and freedom was my soul
everywhere sweet songs drifted.
And this is why
I sing this one last chorus.
The last one I’ll ever sing,
a tender call for us.
The end of this parade,
and the flight to the firmament,
float in blue skies
where nothing is permanent.
And realize this mind
can’t hold you at all.
Let the blue sky crumble
as I finally fall.
A final song …
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You have been missed, Nathan. It is good to see you back with us. Your poem is a well-written metaphor for loss of love, which is like a death. Well done.
Interesting work Nathan, and some great phrasing in this thought-provoking piece. Cheers!
Thanks, Phyllis and Tony. Much appreciated.