Lull of the Siren, Life of a Lemming
All I do is cling to these idle words,
That mean so much to me, whether they heal or hurt..
I just keep having that flash that I've been here before
Visited by that griping feeling that squeezes my heart
That despicable shutter that rises up my back to give me a start
That little thought in my mind, that one day everything will go dark..
Is it fear? is it love? that keeps me tied to this earth..
Clinging to the moments that set me apart from all the mirth
Reveling in the holiness that puts me above the curse
And still I hesitate musing on the myriad of things
That fascinate me, the spectrum of possibilities, the beautiful dreams
To me, that is life
Spent realizing I'm afraid to die..
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Insightful
Your final passage is special. Someone dear to me
once told me that life is always worth it. That was a few weeks
before he died. He was and is right. Your poem brought
that back for me.
raskin
So special..
That means more to me than any kind words... I'm glad it could bring a memory like that to mind.
A friend was telling me as i shared these feelings openly with him, that I was too young to feel this way.
And I thought.. How is age a factor in death..when i can die tomorrow?
You could say I've been feeling very vulnerable. So this was just my exposee...
I Trust this site for that... Im glad i have somewhere.. to turn sometimes.
I'm always happy to hear your input raskin,
Tiresias
Now I Can See
Beautifully written. Love keeps us attached, dreams motivate us to struggle and strive for more.
For years, actually most of my life, I could not love myself, could not dream of a better life therefore I did not fear death. We walked hand and hand, he was my best friend, I welcomed him, I beaconed him to take me off to another world.
I found love of self and dreams to work for and as a result I found fear. Fear that it will one day be taken.
Death though an old friend is not welcome anymore for the world holds so much promise so much beauty, both I was always blind too. Now I Can See
Hope
Love
can be so tied up with fear sometimes, the fear of loneliness to be specific.
Or the fear of being insignificant, and finding that special someone who appreciates us to the deepest of our souls cavernous depths. But love is grand, and it is beautiful it fills us with an indescribable feeling, that we never want to stop feeling, and that brings us to the fear of it ending...
I have my reasons why I cling to this earth, as you have yours;
Love and all the ways its expressed,
from the child to the mother to the Father to the Son
from a leaf to a canvas to the masses to the individual..
Love really never dies..
Thank you for your words
Tiresias