A Goodbye To A Friend.

A goodbye to a friend.

Farewell

farewell, I bid, to my dear friend,

for you must leave us and travel afar

not soon will you be forgotten

and we wish for your return upon each star

farewell, I bid, and we love you so

and hope that you will find joy

and though no longer will you be here

we say, “form new memories that you enjoy.”

farewell, I bid, as you leave us here,

and disappear over the skyline

may you find good friends in your home afar

we will remember you for a lifetime

so farewell, I bid, farewell, my friend

remember us when life seems bleak

and though I hate goodbyes, I must say-

farewell, Dominique.

As the end of October creeps closer, I present to you: a Halloween themed poem!

Dark is the Night

Dark is the night

The wind’s a whispering

Dim is the light

Candles are flickering

The shadows, unfaded

Creep across the great land

A dark veil aided

By Lady Nyx’s hand

The moon’s ghostly cast

Illuminating the dark

Black flags raised half mast

As Death makes his mark

Gray clouds flood the sky

Blocking stars as they fade

As a creature’s last cry

Is muffled by decay

So silent is the twilight

And sorrow so lonely

As souls take flight

As the angels sing, “if only!”

Fear gathers in the heart

Chased by beasts from the start

For dark is the night

And dim is the light

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Perfect Porcelain

once a little girl visited me

she was made of glass and stone

made of perfect porcelain

she came to me all alone

I asked of her parents

she let only a sigh l

I asked her of her name-

she looked up to the sky

not a single flicker

nor a twinge of sorrow came

into her porcelain face as she said

“I have not a name.”

how could she have no name?

I wondered at her claim

yet no emotion showed

as she said, “I have no name.”

a minute crack formed on her face

in her face of porcelain stone

across her face it ran and ran

across her mask of bone

And down her cheeks like dusted tears

that spilled from her eyes

that slipped past her perfect lips

that gave another sigh

“I have not a name,” she told me ,

repeating what she’d said,

“for none know me and none remember me

so I am as good as dead.”

more cracks spread across her face

of perfect porcelain

as slowly her mask broke

crumbling from within

“I have no name, for I am those

who’ve been swept in time

of those who’ve been forgotten

at midnight’s final chime.”

of old and perfect porcelain

of flawless glass and stone

that shattered when our memories

left her all alone

I think I am dead inside

not like the sad kids say not metaphorically

you see I tried to find my heart today and found only empty space where it used to be there’s a gaping hole in my chest where it must have fallen out or someone stole it from me

I’ve searched everywhere I can think of under the bed under the sink in cupboards and dresser drawers even in the freezer

where did I see it last? in your room? in your bed? in your hands? is it still on your nightstand?

well I suppose it doesn’t matter where my heart is or isn’t found since apparently I’m dead inside

- 10/8/2020