Mirage

Mirage

I'm drowning

You're running to save me

Wait, where are you going?

You're fading, disappearing 

A mirage

You werent really there

But I'm really drowning, thinking that you were

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Those mirage can make us wish for things we cannot have. A well-written poem with good story and honest ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[rickm97]

Extremely painful.

Now, get up early tomorrow morning, while its still dark, and find a vantage point with a good view of the eastern Ontario sky, out towards Oshawa.
Watch the stars fade out into a sunrise; watch all the colors of the new dawn, whether they be grays or reds or pinks or oranges. No matter what they are, enjoy them.
Write me a poem about them. Write me a poem about the birth of a new day. Write me a poem about how we have the privilege of being re-born everyday, how we have the chance to re-invent ourselves everyday.
Then go out and watch the sun sink low, over towards London or Sarnia, and write me a poem about the joy in life that you saw today because you made a conscious effort to go out and find it, and tell me what the sky looked like at sunset. Tell me the colors, make me feel that I am there with you.
And then tell me what you'll do tomorrow...
...for every sunset leads to a new dawn, a new day, and the chance to be a new you.
Look forward. Look through the fire of the pain, for on the other side is a new day. It is up to you to decide to put one foot in front of the other...
...and watch every tomorrow being born.
That is God's gift to us: The promise of a new day, and the chance to become a new person.
Enjoy it always.