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The Last and Final Word

Updated on November 14, 2013
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The Last and Final Word

By Tony DeLorger © 2013


A trembling hand upon the quill,

my last words bleed in ink,

and I alone imbue my thoughts,

my chain with fatal chink.


For life bestowed a gift on me,

my words this life anew,

spelling thoughts as real they are,

for others to find their truth.


And bleeding I in life as much,

for all that I could bare,

the sacrifice of an open heart,

could never in the end be spared.


With all I possess emotions raw,

I gave to life and you,

knowing that this privilege earned,

completes a life pursued.


And even though in sacrifice,

reciprocated not,

love is worth the giving,

regardless wishes got.


So scratching words now tell the end,

a life breached by doubt and fear,

saved not from dark and dismal earth,

a tragedy of strife and tears.


And in those final moments,

when stillness fills my ears,

a sweet and angelic melody,

will bridge all those torrents of cares.


My blood now drenches parchment,

my last words flooded red,

and thoughts a drift on gentle clouds,

will ease my weary head.


And as the quill falls forward,

and my hand opens, my body still,

I thank God for all the love I've known,

and my words that in minds fulfilled .


Words find us in life, from the quill of so many masters, and we all grow as a consequence.

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      Tony DeLorger 4 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      Thank you Alice, I'm so glad you enjoyed it. I appreciate your kind words and for taking the time to comment.

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      Alice Ann Day 4 years ago

      That was an amazing read. It makes one think about their own mortality. More often than not we arnt aware of our final moments. When, where, why or how. I'm not sure if I want to know and yet those of us who have insight into our demise seem at peace with it. Voted UP and awesome.

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      Tony DeLorger 4 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      Glad you liked it Wayne, and of course those questions will be answered, only at that time. Makes you think.

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      Wayne Barrett 4 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      Very powerful thoughts Tony. When will be our final words; thoughts...and will we know?

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      Tony DeLorger 4 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      You are too kind Anil, so glad you enjoyed it.

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      ANIL KUMAR UPADHYAY 4 years ago from INDIA, UTTAR PRADESH STATE, KANPUR CITY

      Really heart touching poem. You always do as an expert poet. Thanks for sharing it tony-delorger.

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      Tony DeLorger 4 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      Glad you find them so, Jodah. Thanks again for taking the time to comment.

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      John Hansen 4 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Amazing poem Tony, and the images just add to it. I can't think of a better way to go than with quill (or pen) in hand, doing what you love. Your words are inspirational my friend.