Gone, My Old World!
by
Gregory Christiano
(Age: 62)
copyright 03-06-2005
Age Rating: 13 to 127
My old world has disappeared.
It had few hopes
And many fears.
My old world abandoned me.
Old voices growing faint
Wasted memories.
My old world departs,
The old world of tedium, gone;
The old world of strife,
Of broken dreams.
No more tears -
With dry, brooding eyes
I heave a deep sigh!
My face is furrowed
Deep furrows
With tired, gray hair.
This old world
Draws upon my life.
I am a traveler no more.
I stoop
With sickened heart
I bow to look up!
The sky above me spins
Round and round it spins.
I am overwearied,
Rocked and resigned
Ere my twilight comes.
No more stars above;
Pride all buried.
The soft content of life - gone!
Singing - gone!
Laughter suppressed.
Nothing to replace it.
It has come.
Let it befall me then,
For doubly cursed am I -
No pillow can give me rest;
No flower a soothing touch.
I've lost it all
And entered a quiet grave.
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Haunting....? I've read the comments. Haunting......? hehehehehe. Ask me about my life, fears, and emotions. I'm supposed to have it all figured out. After all, I'm in management and am supposed to lead people....hehehe. I can feel your write. Nice. Thank you.
Jen
Wasted memories... *sigh* I've often thought of wasted energies, but memories? For me, no memory is a waste. It's either a pleasure, or something to learn from whether it be sweet or bitter in taste.
Resurrection? Ah, yes. What good is life, and ultimately death unless we have faith in a resurrection? Otherwise all efforts are vanity and what we do doth not matter!
Gregory, I lived for many years in the world your poem speaks of, but in discovering the world of light in writing, I was resurected. What a haunting write.
Nancy
Great work Gregory...reaffirms that one must walk thru the darkness to enter the light...also gives the reader a sense of humility...well crafted and clensing
Hi Gregory,
Well this is quite a dark piece, but you've captured the essence of despair for the reader.
I like the line "I bow to look up.!" It shows depth of helplesness, the lack of spirit.
Well written!
Welcome !
