Still I see (Nothing)
Twilight, and another pall of darkness descends
beneath the revered Oak's bough I await life's threads
a calling, of spine chilling wintry frequence
am I lost? Yes, most definitely a numbing maelstrom
I care not for the grey area of this malignant outcome
for the heart reels again and again in the hours of absence
thirteen minutes past six and still nothing's flown
this junction of a heavily congested emotional zone
no guesses as to why, and no key for hope to imply
memories remain on the bench, now the game's nearly over
ninety minutes have flown by, without extra-time for the younger-
half of me, unto the tournament of life instigating reasons why
working on the basis of memory, is that hope enough?
life and death are twins of our very being which we cannot rebuff
continually looking into our subconsciousness and daily torsion
no positive way to turn when the pull of loss is so intense
falling to four or five degrees with no more warmth left to dispense
it's now dark, calm, heartbeats fade through an unknown curtain
a sequacious passing surprisingly benign as if nothing's happened
where on earth am I? nature's healing talent has deadened
picturesque souvenirs, ethereal tints, a paraph unseen
the human touch raised with motherly tenderness
without which life becomes a skyward finial so aimless
what I now 'see' is a moment of icy stillness unforeseen.
by wensum24
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