Sick fancies ofa tired mind

narrative verse

 

Sick fancies of a tired mind

 

A bell rings out, a deep toned bell.

A single chime; that’s ominous.

What does that single chime foretell?

 So resonant and sonorous

 

It marks the passing of the hour.

Perhaps the passing of a soul

 It issues from the ivied tower

 and echoes imitate its toll.

 

I long to know but I must wait

while night hours crawl slowly past

 deliberately to agitate.

It seems to me the night hours last

 

 much longer than they ought to do.

When aches and pains keep me awake

Although I know it isn’t true.

 It seems to be for pity’s sake.

 

My morbid fancies lead me to

conclusions that I should not draw

As morbid fancies tend to do

 more often than they did before.

 

There’s nothing left in life for me

I’ve run my race I’m satisfied

That friendly death will set me free.

I‘ve been alone since my wife died.

 

I know I won’t hear my death knell

 I find the thought amuses me

but there is no one I can tell

 about this thought that tickles me.

 

When my call comes I will rejoice

 I’ve long been waiting patiently

 but we are given little choice

I will greet my death eagerly.

 

I’m weary and I long to go

 but know I have to wait my turn.

Although I wish it wasn’t so

 I must wait patiently and yearn.

 

16-Jul-08

 

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Reviews

[Pink Poison]

I can relate...I too await death with open arms. The rhymes in this are great and nothing seems contrived. I like the image of the tolling bell tower with its echoes...it has the reminiscent feel of "For Whom the Bell Tolls" and adds depth to the poem. Very nice.

[Scott Lynn]

Sad, but honest and enlightening. Who knows what we are going to, that next great adventure. To quote Captain Hook, "I have done everything, gone everywhere, Peter. The last great adventure left to me is death."