Death was not the enemy,
but a continuation of a life less lived,
the final chapter in a faithless story,
the only power I could ever give,
the end was never about an ending,
but taking control over worthless skin,
destroying the negative thoughts and feelings,
breaking free of the demons within,
only the power never came to surface,
the story, it reached beyond the ending,
forgive me for believing the outcome was right,
forgive me for living, and for only pretending.
(c) 2008
heartjunky
October 31, 2011 at 8:18 pm
deeply resonating. beautiful. thanks for photographing this state with words.
halfwaybetweenthegutter
November 2, 2011 at 5:36 pm
Thank you very much.
Morning
October 31, 2011 at 11:41 pm
love it,
heartfelt prayers.
halfwaybetweenthegutter
November 2, 2011 at 5:37 pm
Thanks!
mm172001
November 1, 2011 at 1:31 am
You are very talented and I love reading your poems.
halfwaybetweenthegutter
November 2, 2011 at 5:37 pm
Thank you, I really appreciate it
The Orange Tree
November 1, 2011 at 7:44 pm
brilliant words.
wow.
halfwaybetweenthegutter
November 2, 2011 at 5:37 pm
Cheers! Thanks very much for reading.
belfastdavid
November 2, 2011 at 12:30 pm
This is so, so powerful.
I kept it in my in-box and read it a number of times before coming here to comment.
You capture that particular frame of mind exactly
David
halfwaybetweenthegutter
November 2, 2011 at 5:38 pm
Wow, thank you for your comment, it really means a lot, especially coming from someone as talented as yourself.
Ginny Brannan
November 3, 2011 at 12:24 am
“…the end was never about an ending,
but taking control over worthless skin,”
Wow, powerful piece, quite well thought and written.
briannadalej
November 8, 2011 at 8:41 pm
Your words are beatiful and I appreciate them very much. You have a way with writing that really speaks to people.