Lilac Memories
Life and death
Such a fine line
Dying to take those few breaths
Wishing you could turn back time
The frailty of this life
What do you do when all you can do is wait
Hoping the inevitable never comes
Praying for another day
It's killing me,
Each minute brings me closer to my going insane
A heart cut open and bleeding
Trying to bargain with fate
I didn't want this day to ever come
Hoped the nightmare wouldn't ever arrive
Now helplessness is the hour hand
In this race against time
Minute by minute,
I sit here waiting for something ,
A breath ....
the smallest sign
Like the scent arising from
lilacs,
every single spring
So will the mourning from my broken soul rise and sing
Stories of love
Stories of loss
Lavender memories
How strange that death should sing
Ascending with the sweet fragrance
Of life's delicate blooming and the confounding prick of this eternal sleep
Of lilac memories
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