Voices So Near
Voices So Near
By Tony DeLorger © 2013
The voices echo in my mind,
the desperate pleas of discontent,
far from life, yet strong, enduring,
and I bend with the weight of their burden,
unable to respond,
unwilling to be open to their pain,
and convinced madness has taken hold.
In the darkness of sleep, I hear them,
begging to be recognised,
and I wince, trying to rediscover oblivion,
in the silence of numb, ignorant bliss,
yet they sit at my periphery,
like dim lights at the end of a vast sea,
and I, keep looking at them,
drawn over and over,
to their helplessness,
their never-ending suffering.
How I wish they could find peace,
find rest in their demise,
and the stillness of heart in contentment,
rather than the pain of unresolved life,
the yearning of physical action,
and deeds undone.
And in my restless heart,
I pray for a peaceful end,
knowing that when life ends,
I have done what I can,
loved and been loved,
and made it known to the world,
so I can rest in the knowledge,
that at least I tried.
Always tell those you love how you feel, because too often we can be taken from this life to regret having not told them how much they're loved.
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