MEMORY FADES

Lost in many yesterday dreams,
languishing in a lost life.
As brain cells die, he fails to recall
parents long dead, daughters, a wife.
Vacant stares of sunken eyes,
a disconnect so painful. Each day
becomes night, becomes day.
Recollections for John are hard to come.
Death came long ago, but his body
continues to just play dumb. John lingers.

(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

 

POETIC ASIDES APRIL P.A.D. – DAY 16: ELEGY

DEATH, DO ME NO HARM

Days must end, as all days do.
Amidst the shadowy shroud of darkness,
hearts plunder under the guise of love.
I have lived, eventually as I had pleased,
eased into the comfort of words and thoughts
wrought with emotion. Every notion of giving
up the ghost gets lost in a pyre of sacrificed
ideas. I pray when death calls he comes softly
like an old friend and ne’er as a raucous thief
in the lonely night. I wish it to find his peace
in the peace he offers. A tender hand to guide
on journeys yet imagined; be not sad.
I have lived. I have loved. I have given all
that has been required long before I will
have expired. And when my new adventure begins,
I will harbor no fear. It is here where my voice
will speak of many wondrous things
to those who choose to listen.
Into the glistening sun I will walk seeing
finally all that I had believed. No harm will come
when I am done, for I have lived.

(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

 

POETIC ASIDES APRIL P.A.D. – DAY 16: ELEGY