My ghost already walks these lonely halls,
Its body lost amidst the hurt and pain;
But though it views the world as bleak and cruel,
I know it's life and love will rise again.
Amongst the dusky leaves, the shoots are green
And will, in time, supplant the ones before;
We must lament the canopy that's been
But know the grains of sand make up the shore.
When I am gone, remember only this:
Our love is strong and even now survives.
Within your womb, you bloomed eternal bliss
And they have roots that grow and reach and thrive.
I do not beg for death or crave his scythe,
But I have beaten Death with three more lives.
i honestly have no words. Its among the top 5 favorite poems of mine and i really enjoyed reading this. it was beautifully written and congrats on the nomination. hope you have a great day Ben and thank for showing me this poem.
Your writing forever finds me nodding in agreement or union with you on almost every write...I adore how open and honest and sometimes raw your writing is, this one is no exception....apart from being exceptionally good.....you pen is fierce my friend.