Voices Without
The sound echoes back, strange to the ear
A playback of words, as others may hear.
Something familiar, yet trill and hollow,
Like the chest was tight, the breathing shallow.
Breaking the edge, at the tip of the tongue,
Holding back tears, to eyelid they hung.
Sounds arrive, that never thought they'd be said,
Yet down that road, today we'll tread.
Nothing lasts, nor should it ever be true,
All has its time, including me and you.
No turn and no wave, no last long goodbye,
And over the shoulder, no desiring eye.
A collection of lessons, blown through streets,
Unstapled and untethered, loose in the sheets.
Everything forgotten, fading memories plead,
Nothing will stay, as there will be no need.
Blank the slate, and muted the last word,
Whispered so softly, barely its heard.
It is time to leave, to join wild ranks,
The final passed, is a murmur of thanks.
Wow, those AI comments from Peakd are everywhere. Nice one, anyway.
Were you enchanted while reading it too? :D
It's interesting how you described dying in an objective way. There were no gruesome deaths or overtly sad scenarios, just the 'silence' of one dying. It is eerie yet peaceful.
Someone said that we all die alone. Maybe it doesn't matter who is with us, or how it happens, that last moment is peaceful.
In praise of poetry, sir. Taraz, is a mystery that is born from the mystery of one's own life that is made of vigils, dreams and infirtunia.
Peace and good to you and family.
We all have secrets of our own, that get taken to the grave.
Life is running out and the secrets are totally left and absolutely everyone goes with us.
I loved your article, I was enchanted while reading it, it is interesting and wonderful.
All sad criticism springs from feelings of inadequacy.
-Taraz
Nothing lasts forever
Even the happiest moments may not last forever