by Stanley W. Shura

Created on: March 22, 2009

A Quintessential Farewell

Amidst the light that I could never see,
I now embark to quit, and foresake Thee.

By silent roar, I silence my own fear
with bitter grief for music I can't hear.

The air floats smallest bits of earthen scent
just remnants now of life that came and went.

I taste an envy for gifts unbestowed,
My haste, my impulse! My demise foretold.

And on my flesh glides grief and deep regret
that I shall no more feel, my blood so let.

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