I wrote this poem a year ago. But i still believe it is one of the best i have ever written.
Deals with the stress and agony of people inflicted with diseases that are.............INCURABLE. read on.
The Incurable
Behold! there's nothing to see
except the walls and a loose ceiling
but now I know that darkness
can have darker shades of meaning
The grains of time slide down
in the hourglass of my life
and all I can do is wait
till I see one empty side
The haze falls over my eyes
everyday, as it passes by
Mercy, Lord, I have no patience
Let me live, or let me die
The Incurable has struck me
The world seems too small to be safe
outside those windows I see
The waiting sands of my grave
The roof will drop someday
and my heart will go still
but what's more painful than dying
that I dont know when it will
3 comments:
A beautiful poem indeed. keep posting.
wonderful indeed...
The description,
"Deals with the stress and agony of people inflicted with diseases that are.............INCURABLE."
Left me wanting for more, even when I reached its end.
I loved the line : The waiting sands of my grave
And otherwise the poem in whole swipes the entire ocean of human life, with simply one un-quenched thirst, 'death'.
Lovely write. Perhaps, if you are more regular with your thoughts on paper, you would find yourself producing a 'best' every day.
~~PEACE~~
Post a Comment