The Last Goodbye

Promise me that you will hold my hand
As I transit from this world to the next

Whisper sweet nothings into my ear
Before my hearing starts to fails me

Smile that soulful loving smile
Before my vision starts to blur

Caress my face with your beautiful hair
And thrill my nostrils with your sweet scent

Moist my dry cracking lips
With that sweet kiss of yours

Quicken my heart like you always do
Before the beat fades away

Don't cry, and touch my face
We have no time for tears

Remember me one last time
Before Time and Death swallows me

Hold me in your embrace
Just as I slip out of yours

A Face In The Crowd

Why do I feel alone
As I blend seamlessly
Into the crowd of thousands that surround me.

My bag is slung over my shoulder,
Weighing like a burden of countless generations.

Liberation is felt with pain.
Salvation is experienced with guilt
And, elation when drowned in misery.

Am I bereft of emotion
Devoid of sanity
Whilst feeling lonely in this faceless company.