I lay there
craving with pain,
starving to death,
dying to breathe,
life was not over; Years were yet to come,
then how could i die today?
Yet i reached out to that thing;
That evil thing
that was killing me to death.
Not that i was insane,
not that i lacked brains,
but was addicted;
addicted to that drug
in the hope that i'll survive
but in vain,
as it caused me more pain...
...and then i saw it...
The shadow;
sent straight from heaven to earth,
that took hold of me
and fleed away all my pains,
brought back life to me,
taught me how to smile, again;
and then i felt as if
i was far away...
away from all the troubles,
away from my past,
into a beautiful dream,
seemed to be an illusion.
But was afraid
afraid to wake from sleep
afraid to lose it all.
But was wrong
I got my life back, I was alive
with a new feeling, a panache
running in my veins, my blood
a blissful soul
but when i turned around; despair
the shadow was gone
disappeared in the air; like an illusion
and I,
couldn't even thank it;
The shadow, who saved me...
Years passed
and life went on;
I lived it with pleasure; with zeal
with enthusiasm
until one day...
I saw it again... the shadow,
my shadow;
and when i reached out for it,
the shadow who brought me back to life,
who taught me to smile;
I realised... that...
it was the shadow of your smile...
YOU ARE READING
Saudade
Poetry"Saudade... ...I feel as if I've been searching for this word my entire life; nostalgia of another colour." - Franki Elliot - A compilation of poems of love lost; Longing for the lost despite the repressed knowledge that they might never return...
