I have yet to experience, I wait
my expectations, my perception
imbedded deep, I rely upon the little
knowledge I possess, I ask
will it be the same
Morbidly I visit
my mind takes steps
a road I shouldn’t travel
for though it’s not my journey, it is
It comes and goes they say
driftwood along the sand
in time it shall move, waves
reach out their foamy fingers
to find another home
I brush my thoughts away
across the canvass of my heart
I wish it to remain bare
untouched, as if colours are forbidden
for I know they will be black
©JMTacken 5.5.2014
Photo Credit – Deviantart
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You’ve been having a few dark thoughts Jenny. Written well and touching on topics we often want to avoid. You captured your mood well.
That I have Michael. This I think of often, probably too often. As it is not my death I fear. Thank you for your kind words.
Yes, another dark mood captured well, Jen. I love, “…across the canvass of my heart…”
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Thank you sweetheart ❤ xx
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Silently I nod. Well expressed my friend. Your writing has grown so much.
Your comment made me smile ~ thank you darling so very much 🙂 x ❤
dark and silent fear, ever-looming, just on the brink. well written jen
That it is Beth, thank you hun ❤ x
Oh, Rambly, this is gorgeous. I love: ‘waves
reach out their foamy fingers
to find another home’
xx
Hello Gabs, so lovely to see you again. You have been absent too long. Thank you darling, ❤ xx
Wow! Spectacular, this poem aches!! 🙂 🙂
Thank you Helen, at times, not only the poem though unfortunately. Appreciated. x
I like this. I just do. It’s a place we can’t help but go to on occasion in our thoughts…
and I smile that you do, so thank you ❤ x
You could have written this for me, I’m like that all the time. Truly mesmerising read 🙂
Thank you so much my friend, yes these thoughts don’t escape me. Appreciate your lovely words.
yikes…that end is rather foreboding….wanting to keep color away because you know it will be black…there is a helpless feeling in that knowing that it will come…
We are all helpless when it comes to losing someone, sorry you had a yikes moment, but you know us writers in our doom and gloom stages 🙂 thanks Bri.
It is hard to face a family member’s impending death, Jen. I hope that things will go smoothly and painlessly, if this is so. I have lost my Dad, who I think it worked out better, since he had cancer. But the darkness (doom and gloom) comes, when I miss him, thinking that it would have been nice to have shared a special moment with him here. I think about my Mom’s passing someday and it gives me some of the feelings you express in this poem, Jen. Indeed there will be a lot of black, but then for her, there will be a lot of Light! Smiles, Robin
Yes,she will have light as she will be with him again. My condolences on the loss of your dad Robin. I have yet to experience and I will. It’s a natural occurrence of the life circle but it still frightens me, but I believe in life after and I hope that when their time comes, I shall be able to talk to them as I did on earth. Hugs and thank you. ❤ x
Dark mood well captured, Jen. 🙂
Thank you honey, dark is where I go quite a bit of late ech! 😦 xx