No More To Say
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The dankness hangs like a horse thief
As marbled walls echo with grief
In this castle of polished stone
The loved are lain and turned to bone
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The far-off tolling of a bell
Breaks the silence where quiet dwells
A soul with faith may well be saved
But interred here, the body’s grave
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A bench to sit and contemplate
Staring at our own promised fate
What is it we have come to say
Before we, too, meet our last day
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Browned flowers droop from caring urn
They hold the truth that we must learn
When whom we love cut from our hearts
That is when the real dying starts
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I visit once your final rest
Living on will be quite the test
Without you near my spirit cries
My love in drops fall from my eyes
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Though I knew you would someday die
It is still hard to say goodbye
When I leave, I will not return
No more to say, no more to learn
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commonsensiblyspeaking 
So real and poignant that I just can’t find words to reply…
Thanks sis!
So moving
Thank you, Beth!
It a classic representation of death and despair. It has this consistent atmosphere of melancholy, yet described so beautifully through your words. Its like Edgar Allan Poe has sat down near a graveyard and contemplating his though, such are the vibes from this poetry. The beginning of the poems reminds me of Poe’s classic tale of the fall of house of Usher. Overall a classic dark masterpiece Brad. 🙂
Thank you, Vinayak! The contemplation of death, and by extension, of life is always fertile subject matter. Thank you for your kind words and your friendship!
Can’t agree more Brad. Take care
I adore everything about this. Very well done!
Thank you, princess! I appreciate you kind words! 💜
I love it when you call me princess
it is hard to say goodbye; but this poem is one of the nicest ways I’ve seen to do so…
Thanks, Jim! I greatly appreciate the support. I’ll have to check my stats and see how it did…😁
I’d strongly advice against doing so – nothing good can come from it… 🙂
An interesting poem here Brad. For some reason, it gave me flashes of Beauty and the Beast and that rose that he kept in a glass jar.
Thanks for reading and commenting, Wolfie!
This is one of your best Brad, and that is saying a lot…the meditation, contemplation, the acceptance and yet the question still persists…knowledge versus feeling…grief is most profound…lovely work and one of my favourite poems it is now.
Thank you, Francisco! That means a lot coming from you! I will earmark it for submission for publication. I appreciate all your support my brother!
Definitely you should! My pleasure Brad and all the best,
Francisco
Pure magic! So poignant!
Thank you, Pete!
“My love in drops fall from my eyes”
Such a beautiful, yet heartbreaking line! 😢
Thank you lovely Jupiter! 💖