I am getting this one in at the very last second. I know I promised to get this story out sooner, but it just didnt happen. Oh well.. Maybe next week?
Yeah, I know.. empty promises.. it’s a learning process, I suppose.
I’ve done this weeks installment in the form of a poem.. I suck majorly at poetry, and that’s why you’ll see the most basic rhyme scheme ever.. not a proud effort, but I’m branching out of my comfort zone to try something new… gimme a break..
As always, leave comments.. I’d love to hear anything and everything you guys and gals have to say.
Soul Fate
Startling Awake,
His body begins to Quake.
Reaching into the dark for something he knows he won’t Find,
His words, spoken in her voice, echo throughout his Mind.
Fingers caressing where her head should Lay,
A solemn comfort to keep the terror Away.
Flooded by the Memory,
Of his family of Three.
A pain so deep, his mind couldn’t Take,
Ripping away from his essence, his soul begins to Ache.
A family of three, is now only Two,
A man once fulfilled, is broken, Too.
Her struggle in a war of Attrition,
Against a cancerous Condition,
Left her frail and Lean,
With no cure She could Receive.
Never could the Pain,
Rise to a place where it could Gain,
The words, “I Resign.”
As she fought for her remaining Time.
The wheels of Fate,
In Him did Make,
An unending Hate,
For the Love it would Take.
And by Her side, He never did Leave,
Until there was nothing left to do, but Breathe.
Alone in the Dark,
With only Her pillow left as His Mark,
His last whisper into Her Ear,
Now resounds in Her voice, as the only thing He Hears…
“I have always loved you…. I will always love you.”
Ant
Good, disappointingly short, sad, no more excuses
Yeah, it’s really short…but it took just as long to write as the other stuff. Plus, it’s a poem… nobody likes reading a book like poem..
Thanks for the comments, ladies.
Nice work! Super sad but beautiful! I am proud of you for writing this last night after we got home! You are an inspiration! Keep it up Ant!
Dug it! Deep, I read between the lines. Feelin’ it, makes me relish my pillow mate…
May I suggest – try it again but free verse? Poems do not have to rhyme (it has taken me quite some time to realise) Look at this again, omit unnecessary words, get the pictures in your mind, change the stanzas (verses) around. You can do it! Thank you for popping in and liking what I do to – appreciated. I am delving more and more into poetry and loving it
Here to help if I can. This is beautiful but you can make it awesome. (Hope you don’t get offended by my comments left – not intentional)