She Said Goodbye
To my friend whom I lost to cancer
Ask me what are my regrets
Before I slip into darkness.
Come close to me,
Don’t leave me alone.
Escape is impossible,
For this is the end.
Grab my hand and
Hold it. Don’t let me go.
I am scared, I cannot lie.
Joy is long gone, eyes are dark like a moonless night.
Keep back your tears, my friend. Goodbye!
Life is a struggle, and I know I lost.
Magical journey I was dreaming about,
None of my dreams, though, are still around.
Opportunities I had but my fate
Put them all down. I fought and I fought to exhaustion,
Quietly I cried in acceptance,
Remembering the sun caressing my skin,
Seeing familiar faces, hearing joyful songs.
Tell me you have an answer of what is awaiting beyond,
Untangle the mysterious knot of our existence,
Vaguely hoping to
Wake up in a lush green forest away from the
Xeric shrubland of our fears, and I know
You will await me there,
Zestful soul, greet me home.
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Ann DiAngelis
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I'm Ann. Health and wellness are my passions, and I aspire to use my posts to educate and inspire others on their journey towards a healthier life. Exploring the world of poetry is a recent endeavor for me.
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So sad.