The Sense of Being Abandoned

What is it worth, this body abused
For sixty years, what is the use
Of living for another day,
Another year, another way
Of life only to die again
At the end of a life of pain?
Life’s brief sojourn on the earth,
What value does it bring to birth?
What have I learnt from all these years
Of shedding long and lonely tears
For nothingness, this emptiness
One faces even more, not less,
When we arrive at final death
Of life’s poor, weak and gasping breath?

Alas! I know not what to say
Or do when I but feel this way,
This sense of dying to all things,
This failing breath, these wounded wings
That know not how to heal themselves
From abuse, the grisly Elf
Of life and death collects the toll
Of living, dying, growing old;
Am I then just a cloak to shed
Someone wore who now is dead,
A body left in deserts dry
For life’s vultures in a sky
Oppressive with the stench of gore,
Abandoned by the evermore?


24th November 2009.

:)

Have you read my mind and thoughts ?!

I can not agree more with you ,the smile i mean ,is the best way to write "Bravo!" *big* :)

:):)Thanks a lot, Ania!:) No, I'm not a mindreader, but everyone must get it right sometimes:) === Original Message === Have you read my mind and thoughts ?!

I can not agree more with you ,the smile i mean ,is the best way to write "Bravo!" *big* :)

That's right ,everyone get it right sometimes .Your lines just did so ,"one" time of the many times(i hope :) )

As about reading the mind,don't take ad litteram my words :)

No, my dear, I didn't:)

Always the smile:)

If you didn't then we are in the same topic :)
Main idea "bravo" ,The Bravo disguised in :) , "always the smile" :)

Got it!:)