What Have I Done
by Seah Greenhorn
( Poem with copyright )
My lids gently flutter to rest
as breath
my last
slips from my breast.
Where is the peace sweet sleep promised me?
As I lay my dreams repeat
life's agony replete with love lost
searched for.
Not found.
In arms of another.
My heart seeps its tragedy upon the soil.
A love profound I somehow spoiled.
What words like spears assaulted you?
What actions like arrows pierced you through?
Please rush to me and speak the truth.
For your spurn has murdered me.
*
As I lie beneath the trees
a peek of sun has arisen over its tender leaves.
The birds proclaim a happy sing
of new hopes risen
and couplings
in which happiness springs.
They fly amidst the tranquil blues.
I wither in knowledge of my woes that I permitted
to lose my soul.
What have I done?
as breath
my last
slips from my breast.
Where is the peace sweet sleep promised me?
As I lay my dreams repeat
life's agony replete with love lost
searched for.
Not found.
In arms of another.
My heart seeps its tragedy upon the soil.
A love profound I somehow spoiled.
What words like spears assaulted you?
What actions like arrows pierced you through?
Please rush to me and speak the truth.
For your spurn has murdered me.
*
As I lie beneath the trees
a peek of sun has arisen over its tender leaves.
The birds proclaim a happy sing
of new hopes risen
and couplings
in which happiness springs.
They fly amidst the tranquil blues.
I wither in knowledge of my woes that I permitted
to lose my soul.
What have I done?
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