My Epitaph

Killing myself for the glory of others
wasn't exactly what I had in mind
wasting away each of my days
cause I am a little too blind
didn't see myself falling
into the trap of my creation
didn't feel the slip in a shadow
of my magnificent self-depreciation
Holding onto everything
so tightly is all I can do
I am lost without my heart
a soul floating, torn apart
sweet whispers of better days
In a cloudy mist and haze
What is a poor girl to do
when all she loves is a mystery
I am helpless without a smile
can't be guided by a voice
like I was given a better choice
maybe the sun will shine
maybe I won't be so blue
maybe I will change my colour
to a more purple hue
Ah alas I hear the call
the sound of the drums beating
my last reprieve before the song
At last some peace and sombre
juniper berries I can see
fields of flowing grasses high
gentle maidens singing sweet lullaby
my feet on the wet ground
running softly through
laughing gayfully flowing dress
and gently, softly I float away
no more the crying noises made
my tears dry and rested
aftermath is such a sight
people dressing with their tears
ready to party for a thousand years
I won't be missed I will be mocked
like a dirty old sock
I will be the one they challenge
tell me louder who was I?
How can they judge who they never knew
The last laugh was always mine
while drinking fine wine..............

beautiful. Well done..

Thanks for sharing.

~PDA~

Somehow I think you would be missed by more than you know! Unfortunately, so often, people do not know what they meant to others until after they have passed. I learned this when I worked for Hospice.

How crucial it is that we say "I Love you," NOW!

Ty for your write