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Submitted: May 15, 2019

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Dear Friend,
 
 
It's another dark glooming night on a winding sledge of fate,
Riding away in the thoughts of unending moments,
Watching hopes and aspirations sail wild into the dark,
Untill nothing is seen or heard no more.
 
 
I'm spread out on the field like a dew upon the morning,
Feeling the grass-bite through my hair but still focused on the stars,
Wondering if it ever stops shinning when it's morning,
Or if I would still be here when it wakes at night.
 
 
You see, nothing is so unreal as life itself,
It's like a story of a santa claus told at Christmas eves,
Where gifts are given and taken at bedtime without ever being seen,
So is life like a journey of unending Goodbyes untill someday we part for real.
 
 
This shady night of blues reminds me everything about MYSELF,
Where I'm like a candle burning in a dark and formless existence of NOTHING,
Awaiting to burn out into a beautiful ripple of SILENCE.
 
 
So when I think of a picture of a perfect ending
Where I'm a character in my own tragic story,
It makes me think I might want to hug everybody that chants an eulogy to me,
I might want to smell every flowers placed by my feet,
But then I will be too sleepy to wake up.
 
 
I don't know what scares me most about leaving,
Is it the beautiful chatter of the world I'm going to miss,
Or is it the uncertain silence of the world I have never been?
I wouldn't know cos' I'm just like a snow on the hill top
Unsure of how the sun feels when the cold is freezing.
 
But I'm sure of just one thing my friend,
I want to shine the brightest before I'm consumed by the darkness looming around,
I want to look life in the face and give it a hard dimpled smile before it slips away.
 
I don't know if I'm going to leave while I'm still figuring life as a young man,
Or if I'd be leaving when I'm tiredly old,
I don't even know if I'd be fading away with the stars,
Or I'd be staying a little while longer years after I have forgotten I ever wrote these.
 
I don't know how,
I don't know when,
And I don't where,
But I know I want to live a life that actually makes sense to me and those around me. Even if it's only for a moment.
 
 
You should too, my Friend. 
You should.
 
 
Peace.
 
 
©2019
John Praise Ochoche
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"Our lives is like a series of moments. Each one a journey to the end" __Tessa
 
 
NB: This isn't just a poem.


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