Gone ~ A Poem

My name resounds in the empty room,

The sound, an echo on blank walls,

They call for me, they call to me—

Searching down these empty halls;

The bed waits cold in the empty room,

Where only darkness laid that night,

Eyes scanned the star-speckled skies—

But failed to spot one dying light;

Shadows pace in the empty room,

Waiting, hoping, for my return,

This life passes like a forest fire—

No one notices the last leaf burn;

Darkness retreats at the light of dawn.
They search for me—

 But I’m already gone. 
June 8, 2017

A. C. Mortale

An Eternal Burden ~ poem

Unwelcome crow has come to perch,

Upon a weak and dainty shoulder;

Its weight a hindrance, its caws chaotic

Sounding in the ears of its beholder;

 

Casting shadows while its beady eyes

Fixate on trembling hands and knees,

Always near, in relentless pursuit,

When the frightened mortal flees;

 

Its presence is an untimely promise

Of an end to life, one’s final breath,

However, dying is quite irrelevant

Far worse things come after death;

 

No shoulder left weightless, none bare—

Defeat has turned crow into companion,

Once great, people stood on mountains

But now they plunge into the canyon;

 

Crows, how lovely, take one or more!

Your worth, its presence can determine,

Without absolution, ignorance is futile

For eternal is a Sinner’s Burden.

 

A.C. Mortale