CARE TO THE LAST
The light softly faded inside my bed,
The light softly faded inside my bed,
extinguished by the constant roaming
of jackals feeding on the dreams within my head
the laughing pack is howling, moaning,
there they are always on about petty schemes
that ruin if only for a time the lives of my hoping.
I earnestly wake breathing, my first prayer not based on
dreams
is to return at night after having found a way to cope.
It is not that I fear the airy loss of life. That I’ve
learned to bear.
It is the possibility of a claustrophobic death
that I might miss the last lost light of loves continued
care
as I dream my last, own life no more as I take my final
breath.
© M Durfee
4.22.2015
Yeah. Time has its own, eeerghm, timetable... it's all those things we still wanna do....
ReplyDelete...we r alive 4 as long as we breathe whether we like it or not, meouwpapa ... it's up 2 us 2 make living a choice, hmmm? ... Love, cat.
ReplyDeletePowerful. That image of jackals feeding on dreams is a great one
ReplyDeleteWow, thoughtful and powerful. It is a nice tribute to loved ones to desire to experience their presence at the end.
ReplyDeleteof jackals feeding on the dreams within my head
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that I might miss the last lost light of loves continued care
these lines are just fantastic! The whole poem is raw and immensely powerful...
(Mark, thanks again for everything! )
Right on, Mark ~ cheers ~!
ReplyDeleteIt is a new way to see this matter. It is interesting as well. http://www.bellofpeace.org
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