Faint Goodbye

Faint Goodbye

It might be my last word to you, I know it, yes I do, I shudder in the corner of pitch black grave…….

Being scrutinized from every angle,

I swear in your eyes,

We’ll meet in heaven or hell,

But say a faint goodbye.

Pain me from every side,

I shall whirl in a pirouette.

But if not, till death I’ll bide,

With traces of my silhouette.

On my future grave, I lie solely,

And let out a heavy sigh-

Let me hurt, let me pain,

But taste me a faint goodbye.

The farewell is all I need-

Till ache shall overcome my rage,

Irrespective of my sins or deeds,

Or let me die before I age.

Is insanity, I know that well-

But pain me with even a lie,

And sorrow and angst in me dwell

By just saying a goodbye.

Let the grief overcome me,

I will strengthen myself to endure-

 But when you say that our last word,

Never me adore.

I shall live till I lastly bleed,

Please keep it ‘an eye for an eye’.

“Pain me till I depart this life,” I plead

By kissing me a goodbye.

I linger around my knell,

And I look in the sky,

I’ll throttle till demise, I swear-

Till I get your goodbye.

The wise reply,

        A goodbye………

-          June Martin