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Somber
by Monique LouwAs this candle of my life burns lower
I find people move faster and my world moves slower
and as the light dims the shadows move near
I count the names of all those I hold dear.
The list I find, a little short
I catch my breath in sharp retort
As I realise so many have already gone
into the emptiness I fear to gaze upon. 08/13/2013 Posted on 08/13/2013
Copyright © 2025 Monique Louw
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/14/13 at 12:05 AM It seems the older I become the faster time seems to move. Some times I think it is Tuesday or Wednesday and it is Friday. Must be my mind is going. |
| Posted by Johnny Crimson on 08/14/13 at 06:25 PM You've really captured the paranoia of age in this so wonderfully. I enjoyed it. |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 08/16/13 at 05:26 AM The emptiness you expect to be there is actually going to be there if you expect it. I heard a story of a drowning man who was said to go gently into the waters, and he was made a fish, while others choked and died horribly, suffocating in fear and dread in emptiness until POOF! No more. Wicked way to die. I think I will breathe deeply when it is my turn. I want to start my next life with a scream an not a :::::::::::::::::::::::::::Sigh::::::::::::::::::::::::::: |
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