Ekphrastic Poetry: Sorrowing Old Man At Eternity's gate

Neither to leap, neither to fall

My body is too weak

After I’ve had it all

I see my life through a clouded vision

Success never failed like this before

Motionless and stuck to the ground

Can you lose that which you’ve never found?

If this Earth is all, and God just a concept

Why have I, for so many nights, silently wept

And why do those who pray to their God

Still weep violently when Death is around?

At the brink of hopelessness, anguish and pain

I only can think that my life was in vain

Neither to leap, neither to fall

I possess no strength

No power at all

Sitting on an old chair that I love so much

Near the fire that never is warm enough

I let the soul sink into my clenched palms

To drown into this deep ocean of pitch dark

As I present myself

To the darkness of my hands

Sincerely asking who I am

And what’s the price of success?

Why is this life so empty?

Away with the glory!

That numerous times retold story!

Many wood logs did ride on my back

Now I feel the burden of all of them

And on my shoulders a thousand rock boulders

Bending my body, the weight beyond all knowing

If I could ask for a wish that truly is mine

I would just shout out “please let me die”

In me there is no strength

To deliver myself to Death

I scream “let me die”, whilst deeper I dive

Nameless and faceless, this darkness of mine

And the Coward in me says: “Sit there and be,

Safe near your fire, so warm and so cozy”

Conflicting the desperate Hero that digs through the dark

This hopeless adventure through the labyrinth of heart

Is there a monster inside?

Or the spark of God’s light?

The time will come when the Hero will win

Slay the Coward within

Conquer the monster

Wait for the disaster

That will be the time for the old man to die

And the spark of God will aflame inside

No one will know

No one will care

But the old man will see some glimmering there

Not for believers but for those who dare

In fullness his life will be revised again

The trees, the birds, and the stars will sing in delight

Welcoming back those who endure the dark night

And it all happened near the warmth of fire

In a room of heavy air

On an old chair, at Eternity’s Gate

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xstatic 4 years ago from Eugene, Oregon

Up and all but funny on this one. It is a great poem based on that interesting picture. If I knew how, I would suggest linking it to my Hub poem "Wishes." They go well together.

Sharing this one as well.


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Gentle Fist 4 years ago from Serbia Author

Thank you for your kind words and sharing! I appreciate your experience so your comments mean much to a new and young writer like me :)


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aviannovice 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

Voted awesome and up. After a lengthy life, sometimes the wish of Sir Death is what is needed most to finally get some rest.


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rahul0324 4 years ago from Gurgaon, India

Great poem again :) needless to day!


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wisdom25 4 years ago from San Tan Valley

Awesome poem! Much love and respect


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Gentle Fist 4 years ago from Serbia Author

Thanks wisdom, thanks rahul!


courtey 19 months ago

where did you find this photo?

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