another kind of epitaph


188. Autumn



How many days remain for you
to roam around this harrowed earth
so painfully and deeply scarred by failures,
mostly only failures, not just of your own
but of so many lost and wasted lives
and, worst of all, too many friends who died too young.
I could write epitaphs in all eternity
just to bewail them and cry out their sorrows and my own
for what they failed in, what they never could accomplish,
all their unfinished invaluable work
and, most of all, the loss of their too precious souls.
But they are all still out there somewhere
waiting maybe for another opportunity
or for a better world, but they could wait for that forever,
since we haven't seen much betterment for some millennia.
Sorrow keeps me company with falling leaves
in flaming colours red of blood or love or both
while no tears are enough to cry out all the pain
of this so wasted tragical and futile life and world.




Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2006-09-07 at 13:18

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lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
Christian I am so impressed by nthis do you mind if I include it in the epitaph challenge finale its so good rgds mike well done
2006-09-07

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Intimacies and outcries
by Christian Lanciai