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… Read more “The Pain is Over – Original Poem”
Category: Death
September 11 – A Day We Will Never Forget – My Personal Journey
It was sometime after seven when my phone rang. I was groggy and half awake but somehow felt the need to answer my phone. Kim was the… Read more “September 11 – A Day We Will Never Forget – My Personal Journey”
Heaven is Closed – Original Poem
I knocked on the door What seemed like an eternity, was only the beginning of one I don’t know if they can hear There is no sound… Read more “Heaven is Closed – Original Poem”
Love Letter from the Grave
I won’t be there with you this morning to see the heaviness of your eyes as you smile and hesitantly give me the first morning kiss. The… Read more “Love Letter from the Grave”
I Cried Today – Original Poem
A child died today In an instant, the pain went away For the living, it only begins The blood was poisoned by an intruder Masked and anonymous… Read more “I Cried Today – Original Poem”
Time Travelers Letter to You
Dear Present Day Human, This is a letter from the future to you today. I recently spent some time observing your behavior, interests and patterns of action… Read more “Time Travelers Letter to You”
Do Not Tell Me If I’m Dying – Original Poem
Do not tell me if I’m dying If I saw my final sunset it’s too soon To never dream of you is my greatest sadness To breathe… Read more “Do Not Tell Me If I’m Dying – Original Poem”
Crying – Original Poem with Audio
I’ve been crying lately Over the senseless deaths Screaming for peace and only finding war The blue eyes of babies never to see again The nourishing milk… Read more “Crying – Original Poem with Audio”
Tired – Original Poem
I’ve been tired for twelve years now Since the last breath of the one that bore me Tired of being alone Tired of unanswered questions Mentally worn… Read more “Tired – Original Poem”
This Guitar – Original Poem
This guitar sits alone hidden behind its torn cloth home Chipped and worn from a lifetime of serenades Lovers born Life created Warm embraces on a rainy… Read more “This Guitar – Original Poem”
