Marilyn
She lies
Upon her bed so very still
unable to summon the will
to get up and face the day
as time slowly slips away.
She shies
From inevitability
not accepting the reality.
For Death was approaching fast!
How much longer will she last?
Her eyes
Look around at her family
gathered there so uneasily
as they gaze helplessly on
knowing she will soon be gone.
She tries
Fighting on for her very life
and to remain there as his wife.
But she's unable to speak
and her body is so weak.
She sighs
Exhaling out her final breath
as her body gives in to death.
By her bedside as they knelt.
Death's finality is felt.
She dies
as mortality takes its toll
and from her body leaves her soul.
Lying there upon her bed
all motionless. She was dead.
She flies
Her soul departs to worlds unknown
and he is left there all alone.
Helplessly he sees her there
beyond the reach of his care.
He cries
Gazing upon her lifeless face
and holding her in his embrace.
Unable to stop the flow
of his deep sobs of sorrow.
'Arise'
She is summoned before God
to account for the paths she'd trod.
Stands alone before Him there
as her life's deeds are laid bare.
Surprise
My turn will all too quickly come
when God shall call my soul home.
I must walk that Vale of Death
when I draw my final breath.
Be wise
and let's kiss God's Son while we may
to survive that great judgement day
and then we'll be forgiven
and welcomed into heaven.
About this poem
Sometimes the grief and numbness of bereavement causes us to go down unusual roads and think and say things we wish we had spoken. My fixation on the rhyme and structure of this poem may have caused me to do this. I apologise if it sound callous or offensive.
Submitted by royston on September 17, 2021
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | ABBCC ADDEE ADDXX AFFGG AHHII AJJKK ALLMM ANNOO APPMM AXXHH ACCQQ |
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Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 1,400 |
Words | 268 |
Stanzas | 11 |
Stanza Lengths | 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5 |
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