Monday, 26 April 2010

The moment when I look through you....

you know there will be a moment
where you are looking straight at me
and I won't see you, I'm going to be blind
to your presence; to anyone's for that matter

and you'll all cry and I'll be oblivious
I won't be able to speak up and ask
"What's wrong, who hurt you"
I won't be able to make it better

There will be a moment where
you see me and I don't respond
where I stop moving and I'm finally
free, from the body that's hindered me

there will be a moment where you see me
and I won't see you, where you hold me
for the last time and after the last agonising breath
I fall still, and no one knows what's next

I've been so scared, in so much pain
every breath laboured, you won't see
the agonised me anymore, you might
remember me as a happy yougster

as the cheeky beggar that kept you smiling
as the little fighter that never let go of life,
up till now that is, but it's inevitable isn't it?
It didn't stop me being scared

I hope you never have to know,
the pain of looking at a family member and
thinking I'll never see you again
I hope you never have to worry over the time,

over what you have left, oh it's been difficult
and long, the longest moments of my life
and there will be a moment where
you are all looking at me and

I won't look back at you, but I'm not ignoring you
I'll always love you, always be with you
I just can't hold you and cherish you
with the body laid infront of you anymore

So look back at me, stop those tears now
I'm here, just beyond your sight
just beyond your understanding
always loving and missing you from afar

3 comments:

  1. Not about me before my friends start getting worried. I just realised the thought process some might take (cringe) sorry folks didn't mean to worry you

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  2. I think it's about someone with a terminal illness dying?

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This blog is basically, poetry, pretty words and underneath it all a real sense of who I am... I am a feminist of sorts, hence why my writing is mainly from the female view. I don't profess to be anything special, when writing these at stupid o'clock in the morning I, like every other human being on the planet, make spelling mistakes.I am not always grammatically correct, but put it this way, if you can read my poetry and enjoy any of it, relate to it even, you are getting a sense of who I am, how I love, how I hate, what I believe. I hope you like my writing.

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