Leaving

Death can be a release.

Plunge me into that darkness

as the lights dim

and the knife cuts deep,

slicing the chords of day

and setting my lifeblood

free.

 

Watch me lay, silent, still,

as from my soul

unspoken grief

must flow

in rivers red,

tinged with the saddest

of regret.

 

And do not mourn

my passage to the stars

for there I dance

in the ocean's foam

beneath the moon

and sup the sweet, sweet

wines of hope

and love again.

 

18/07/19

Author's Note

Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

Hi John:) the death dance sounds enticing some times but yet I still feel some sort of mandate pulling me from the moonlit pool as you so put it lovely in your lines

[John Alexander McFadyen]

That is a good thing. many thanks Robert BB

[Chris Shaw]

A fine piece of free verse John. I'm sure that some would find this outcome, a solution to their problems. Some lovely poetic expression here.

Chris

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ah but I hope not many Chris. Many thanks. Go Boris!

[Chris Shaw]

Fewer the better. Yes, new broom eh?

[Edie Blue Starfish]

The ultimate release and so alluring to some.
Nicely written.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed so. Many thanks Edie.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and maybe we will find the ultimate love after this life...maybe in death we will finally find peace and harmony...
but then, what would we write about posthumously? I wonder.
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Food for thought Jacob. But I am guessing we would still struggle to find the words and the shape for them. Many thank yous.