The dead man wanders in a lost world
and he contemplates when did he die
Did he die a slow death losing pieces
of myself in the journey of life
He thinks of her and wonders how
she is doing since he went away
He left her so suddenly he knows
it broke her heart to see him go
He can still hear her voice as each
word haunts him through eternity
Perhaps, he should check in on her
to make sure she is surviving
He creeps in to
watch over her
lurking in the shadows of her room
Her breathing is shallow he longs
to caress her warm flesh to kiss
her soft lips, to drown in the blue
pools of
her eyes...
What he would give to have that one
moment of pleasure pure ecstasy
Suddenly, she tosses and turns
sleep doesn't come easy for her
He lies down next to her inhaling
her scent an intoxicating perfume
She senses him in the room and
awakens..tears falling from her eyes
She reaches for him, but all she grasps
is cold air, he whispers hush my love
He stays with her until the morning sun
awake as she sleeps & dreams of him
It's not easy being a dead man in love
posted for dVerse writing Dead-Man Poetry
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i think that is the toughest part when we have to go - leaving those we love behind, not knowing if they will be ok and longing to spend time with them...feel their breath...
ReplyDeleteI think loss is very real and hard to deal with on many levels.
Deletei could feel the pain of death in life.. and the joy of life in death.. in your words here.. as to celebrate death in life.. is to live in death and life..:)as truly one feeds the other.. to both dismay and joy!
ReplyDeleteInteresting thoughts to ponder as they both are intertwined..
Deletei imagine it is not...knowing you can draw close...you can even see...but you will never touch...and def never consumate such a love....what a painful longing that must be....
ReplyDeleteI believe the departed have the ability to visit those they have left behind..often they come in the form of a dream state.
DeleteHow terribly sad it can be I imagine specially when it is sudden and unexpected ~ Cherish those moments shared with each other, I say ~
ReplyDeleteThanks for participating Truedessa and wishing you happy week ~
Sad, but death is a reality of life and I agree cherish the moments.
Deletethe pain of a loved one gone . . . heartbreaking
ReplyDeleteheartbreaking indeed..
DeleteI like this, Truedessa. I do wonder sometimes what the dead are doing after death and whether they can sense how much they are missed. I like the picture you have painted here, the idea that the dead can return for a time & comfort, if only for a short time, the one who was left behind.
ReplyDeleteMary, I believe they can return and many do..just my thoughts..
DeleteThat's really sad and haunting.
ReplyDeleteSad and haunting but, ghosts are a bit haunting..
DeleteSad, love after death. Still, I hope love does survive after death. That may be all that remains.
ReplyDeleteLove is a powerful force in the universe I believe it can transcend time and space.
DeleteI wonder how long the love binds each - in their separate worlds
ReplyDeleteA good question to ponder..how long do you think?
DeleteWe do tend to think it is worse for those left behind, but it could very well be worse for those who passed, having to watch from the sidelines. Death hopefully is just another step in the journey though and love can still shine through
ReplyDeletePat,
DeleteI do believe it is just another step in the journey as the soul lives on in another form and dimension.
Is there poetry after death? Hell, death is poetry. That realm that awaits will probably be as diverse as this living plane of existence. Will there be guides & counsellors to aid us in acceptance, in the life review, in the planning for what comes next; all speculation and loose-limbed hope.
ReplyDeleteGlenn,
DeleteThere are guides & counselors waiting in this world and the dream world to help guide our path..Who knows what waits on the other side..I think we share some same thoughts...:) Always, enjoy your perspective.
I think this is a beautifully sad tale... how he can see her .. and still his presence is barely more than felt.. wonderfully sad story.
ReplyDeleteThanks Bjorn, this poem/story just seemed to flow as I felt the words..
DeleteOH that closing line, "it's not easy being a dead man in love." Fantastic response to the prompt, Truedessa! Loved it.
ReplyDeleteHi Sherry,
DeleteThanks my friend..I need to write you soon. We need to catch up.
I believe spirits stop in check on loved ones; every blue moon, my mom says she feels a cold hand run across her while she sleeps; sometimes feels a presence standing over her as well. She thinks it's her Auntie Jesse, because they were so close... Beautiful write, Truedessa :)
ReplyDeleteI think your mom would be right as I am sure if she can feel the presence then there is indeed one there. Thanks for visiting..
DeleteThis is powerful. The sense of overwhelming longing comes through very well. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteThank you Justin..
DeleteWhat an interesting and thought provoking piece about love after death. Love the form.
ReplyDeleteThank you for visiting..I am glad you enjoyed the poem..
DeleteBeautiful! And, based on my work as a psychic medium, I think not so far from the truth.
ReplyDeleteI knew you would know this to be true..as do I...Have a great day..
Deletethis is beautiful but so very sad..only if that thin curtain between the worlds of the living and the dead could be lifted...
ReplyDeleteAh that curtain remains but, some have the ability to drift beyond it..
Deleteethereal ~
ReplyDeleteThanks for the visit..
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