#deatth
I wonder if when I die
Someone will find comfort in the poems I write
That when I reach a peace
They too can see some sort of calm in the distance
Like a withering light
A flickering spark
It's fleeting
But enough for you to walk through the tunnel.
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 3:34 AM UTC
Tea at Grandma's house
A memory of yesterday
The three legged stole by her bed
A sight I behold no more
Her voice
A sound I hear no more
The lamp by her bed
A light I see no more
The tick tock from her famous blue clock
A sound gone with the wind
Her famous chandelier
A beauty of the night to be witnessed no more
Her wonderful smile
A sight I long to behold again
Grandma's words of wisdom
A carriage in my heart
Grandma is gone
Gone with the wind
Never to be seen
Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 12:21 PM UTC
If I close my eyes forever
And hold my breath in
Will you come back ever
To stop me from this sin
((sigh))
Crushing my delicate heart
With poisonous sting words
You are breaking me apart
Stabbing with blunt swords
((sigh))
If my love is so bitter and sour
Why are you still here?
Why do you message me every hour?
What is that you fear?
((sigh))
No! I am not gonna die
I am gonna show you, that I can live
And this my dear is not a lie
For now, I'll just smile for every look you give
((smiles))
Alone I was, alone I will be
You chose the other, over me
One day, maybe you'll understand such loneliness
How it infects the heart and becomes an illness...
©sim
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 2:14 AM UTC
I keep attending
my own funeral;
I am the
only one there;
somehow,
I find that
comforting.
~mce
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 4:34 PM UTC