Sing For Me My Mourners

Feb 28, 2008 - 08:08 AM PST

(The Following Poem Has Been Published in A Poetry Anthology Titled - "Whispers" by White Oak Press)

© Anwar B Saeed

Sing for me my Mourners

Broken always broken, death becomes despair
Reaching always reaching for what was never there

Loving always hating myself and how I live bleeding
I keep on bleeding.

I have nothing more to give.
I feel but with consequence
I die if only in my head.

I regret all of my conscienceness
Am I sleeping or am I dead?

Confusion has a hold on me, in a way you cant conceive.
Crushing my lungs and spine; it never lets me breathe.

As I lay awake at night confined to just my skull, the emptiness is overwhelming.
My heart was never full because I am alone
because I am to weak
because I have to write my thoughts, for I could never speak.

I wait in my own darkness cast down by fates cold hand
I keep on sinking in these waters, never able to find land

And as I wait in shadows, despair is all to drink
Left alone, forgotten, All i can do is think.
If I had done things different,
If I had one more chance,
Would time be gracious to me and give me a second glance?

Cruel as words a sharply bladed tongue cut me down inside
Before I run, seek my pain you hold so dear, and feed upon this broken fear.

Disappear like hate from spite once more time lets get it right
Follow me now down this path that's wrong and sing my mourners this cherished song:

.......... ashes to ashes and dust to dust.