" A Poet's Lament "

  A  POET'S  LAMENT


A cool breeze upon my face,
through windows barely open.
I sit upon my bed wondering,
where life had gone so fast.
Gone were all those I had loved,
and loneliness filled that space.
Why I awake every morning,
to the same broken heart,
is anyone's guess, I am lifeless.

Tears taste the same,what a shame.
All that will be remembered,
will be a stone, placed with my name.
And under it will read this epitaph,
"Here lies a man, broken by love,
who's heart gave out for the one above.
Who penned his feelings for all to see,
but no one is here but me."

I wrote these words before I died,
in an effort to feel much better.
It's all I have to get me by,
to finish and fold into a letter.
If I had one wish, before I go,
one wish , that would come true.
I'd hold the ones, I love so much,
and tell them "I love you."

And all the pain I've felt for years,
would vanish in that instant.
I'd smile at them, and they at me,
and no longer would I be pensive.
As every nice memory comes rushing back,
to fill years of empty void.
Instead of tears of loneliness,
I would shed all those tears of joy.

But the cool breeze still blows in,
across my face full of tears.
And memories are all I have,
that kept me alive for years.
It has taken it's toll on me,
as all glimmer of hope vanished.
Darkness now falls on another day,
and this writing is all I can manage.

I sit here and wonder, if someone else,
sits on their bed while crying.
And they wish too, that they could write words,
while inside they are slowly dying.
I would knock on their door,
and ask, please, to come in.
Let the breeze hit both our faces.
I'd say with a smile and a soft grin.

May I sit here a while, and hold your hand,
we can tell each other what's wrong.
We can both sit here and cry,
about all of those, that we still long.
We could tell of the good times,
and maybe we'd laugh,
and find some comfort in our words,
though no one really heard.

But no knock came upon my door,
and I'm sure none came on yours either.
Just a cool breeze, to dry up those tears,
as a reminder of what was never.
Some find that love that lasts forever,
and their last breath goes with a smile.
Those dear to them , are gathered close,
as that love held strong all the while.

Quietly, that breeze flows in on us,
as our loved one is taken away.
But the joy and memories will remain,
because their love will always stay.
So I write these words, for no one to see,
when finished I'll fold into a letter.
And if I'm lucky, by the time I'm done,
may be I will feel much better.

Someday, they'll find this, and open it up,
after I am ten feet under.
And a breeze will flow across their faces,
as they read this and remember.
And all those years, they were away,
will seem like a waste of time.
And the tears that the breeze took that day,
will no longer be yours or mine.

It's a shame to be loved, when you are gone,
when it's too late to say goodbye.
And wishing to have done, the right thing,
while wiping the tears from their eyes.
But there is one thing I've promised,
over all of these lonely years.
A promise I intend to to see through,
I'll  write something that is ever lasting.

That when I am gone, I'll finally be famous,
with a part of my heart for you.
And although I had lost, all that I loved,
my outlet was writing these each day.
I'll put down in words, the love I have,
transformed them a certain way.
So my love remains and lasts forever,
and no one can take it away.

I'll write for all those, who sit by that window,
all of us who sit there and pray.
For all who remain, here lonely and lost,
may my words find your heart some way.
And know that you, are never alone,
because beside you I sit in the dark.
And through that open window I'll come,
on a gentle breeze of cool air.

Go to sleep all my loved ones,
and don't ever feel all alone.
because beside you, I'm always there,
within your heart is now my home.

S A Gibbins  3/23/10