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At evening when the lamp is lit
All alone at home I sit
Nighttime calls and to my bed
Off I crawl on my last thread

Silently I climb the stairs
Feeling all of the mourning stares
I want to feel; I want to sleep
But all I can do is weep

I weep for the loss of mine and yours
I want to get through these locked doors
I’m wrapped in chains that pull me down
It’s like my body is being shut down

When we grow old and death is near
There is nothing we have to fear
It is inevitable; you can’t escape
And you might be gone before daybreak

Years have passed and things have changed
And sometimes things are quite deranged
I want to feel I want to cry
But it seems that all my tears are dry

Death opens new doors
And you can start something that is truly yours
A life of peace and serenity
Where you will know your identity

Chances to start over don’t come often
Sometimes not until you’re laying in your coffin
Don’t take for granted your new life in death
Just let go of that one last breath

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