The Pain is Over – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

The obituary is but a solemn set of words for the living
For the subject is without pain, without existence; no more
A recollection of a time when life had meaning, until the end

No romanticism in the end
Just a final breath and it all resets to zero with the promise of an infinite home
A silly contraction to some
A golden calf of faith to others

Memories disappear in a digital wasteland
Pictures fade into the corners of attics
Videos are reserved for special days to reflect over wine and sorrow
A lifetime immortalized in footsteps from up above until the footsteps are no more

I am without pain now
You still hear me in your past
A few fleeting leaves dropping from the sky
A butterfly carrying my spirit
A poem about just you and I
A promise in a letter; one that could only be made by the youngest of hearts
A journey we hoped to share
A legacy…a pause

Winter has arrived in its cold and damp darkness
Try to hear me in the wind
A calming thought, I imagine, if my imagination endured

I want to see you shivering
To feel you once again
To assure you there is something
I do, I really do
Alone, you curl in the corner of the couch
Last flame flickering

When you read this, what do you remember of me?
What thought of us tortures your mind?
It is pleasant, romantic, sad, uplifting or simply safe?

Tell a story for yourself, or a new generation
Carry this on as long as you can
Soon your pain will be over

My pain is over
All that is left behind are millions of silent screams looking for answers

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Profound – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

I miss your footprints in the sand
I still feel the pain
It is meant to be felt and hidden in the darkness of the soul

I look to the clouds to sing me a lullaby
I sink to the deeper blue waters
Let go
Concrete pull of gravity as the sun fades from view

Now I awake

Time divided now

What was; what will be; what almost was

A translucent image plagued by colors painted by dreamers framed into this box of life

A profound moment
Rested on the pillars of memories
Look, a picture of a smile I used to know with you by my side

Color
Black and white
Kaleidoscope

So much confusion, it is all clear

A world of darkness and light and I am floating in grey

Often poetic
Rarely so free
To be in a world so open, inhabited by walls
A contradictory storyline without an ending

Missing is so finite
As we return to sand, missing becomes a void blackness

How profound

Hold On – Original Poem

Hold on, Hold on…

The pain is scorching intensity
The foundation of the soul rips through the pores of this lifeless body
Laying at rest
A mass of flesh now one with the Earth; a blackened memory

A journey of unimaginable darkness waits
Once sheltered, the soul flies alone

Hold on, Hold on…
A little longer
Your voice is mute, but prayers are heard
In the distance, the faintness of light comes and goes
Only a mirage of hope; a glimpse of eternal rest

Faster than the speed of light, in a rainbow of colors, the soul floats into a dimension undiscovered by mortal science

Slowing down, it sees the future
The eternal vision is love