Down, down I go
To the cold I know…
Sinking faster below the surface
Wishing I knew a service…
All I see is misery and woe
It’s what one sees down below…
The glimmer of lights fading
No hope for wading…
It ends in darkness
Seeing the light less…
You’ll never claw yourself out
Just sink and mope about!
Forget what makes life worth living
And embrace the end of forgiving!
Yet there may still reside a voice
Giving us a glimmer of choice.
Hold your breath and you’ll get through
After all you know it’s true!
Use the tools to ask for help
Before you start eating the kelp!
From my side I pull the pouch
A handful of items which don’t slouch,
Helpful for some days
But not for today,
Yet there was one among the rest
A glass bottle to write to the best.
With pen in hand I scribble away
Hoping the ink will stay!
A last bit of effort I release
My final act please get it! Please!
Fading away I almost didn’t find
The lifeline I thought a trick of my mind!
Two hands wrap tightly on the rope
As I was rewarding for my belief in hope!
She pulls me on deck with a hug and kiss
Telling me how much she loves me and would miss!
The happiness we found together
And how we could storm any weather!
Slowly, happiness returns
To the point it burns.
Yet I feel the icy depths call
And I know again I’ll fall…
So, keep her close and near
Or you’ll lose it all I fear…
Tag: Love
An Irish Lament
It’s been a couple months since it happened so it’s time. My Pepere has passed away. The stubborn man fought death for many years as he defied the odds. He proved a strong will and love can keep a heart beating. For as long as I knew him he was a kind and jolly man… though you didn’t want to make him mad. Then he’d turn into Donald Duck for a small period of time. However, he always forgave those he loved. He didn’t say that phrase all to often, but you felt it through the warmth he emanated. Whether it was playing cards, singing along to Irish songs, listening to his stories, watching a movie together, going out to eat, or simply talking about nothing; one would feel a smile spread across their face. Heck if he had a beard I’m sure he could have convinced everyone he was Santa Claus. After all he did have a habit of grabbing random presents for people around him. I’ll miss having these moments with him, but I can always treasure the times I had with him. He was there for my wedding, my graduation, my first house, most of my performances, holidays, and many more events. Supporting me in every interest I had by asking about it and being there when he could physically manage it. And even though I’m sad to say goodbye, I know he’s no longer in pain. See you later Pep, and though you don’t like to say it back all the time… I love you.
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