The Unconventional Truth of End Life
Author: G.C.M. (aka RomanticTorment)
My tears have dried to dust
My heart has turned cold
All my hopes have been dashed,
and all my dreams too old.
I’ve no arms to hold me tight,
I’ve no lips to kiss tenderly goodnight.
I can barely recall the feel of Nature’s fire
I can barely recall the touch I so terribly desired.
How do I go on,
when my world is so empty?
How do I go on,
when all that I love is no longer with me?
I try to be strong,
but the effort is diminished.
By the hypocrisies and lies,
we’re all so secretly proud to relinquish.
Wasted effort,
to a practicality hard to accept.
Sorrow’s aching pain,
makes even Misery’s tenacity pale.
I’ve no innocent smiles that will warm me,
I’ve no mirthful humor to even enlighten me.
I can barely recall the priceless worth of a gaze,
I can barely recall the blissfulness of a summer day.
My memories now only plague me,
my recollection of events a tragic blur.
My body, now true to age, betrays me,
to a life that seems bashfully absurd.
Yet, a life lived is still a life worth having,
and in that I still somehow cherish it.
Wistful abandonment also adds weight to say:
‘I regret nothing, and shall regretfully miss everything.’
© 2010 by G.C.M. (aka Romantic Torment)
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