Always Watching

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  1. Lucian

    Lucian Registered Member

    Time goes by, I dare not move
    His face telling stories he does not speak
    He grips my hands and whispers the words
    “Life is short, and opportunities hard, I won’t be here forever”
    The room goes silent except from our breathing
    Without a word I feel him struggling for life
    Leaning forward he asks me to get him a pen and paper
    He writes a note, and folds it closed
    “When ever you feel like you can’t go on, open that note, and know that it’s true”
    Feigning a smile I whisper “Of course”
    Kissing him on the head, his life finally slips away
    The hours turn to days
    And before I know what has happened
    I stand before an open grave burying the man
    Who dedicated his life to me
    My hand in my pocket, I grip the note
    Waiting for everyone to leave before opening it at his final resting place
    Tears stream down my face as it reads
    “My dear child, know, I will always be watching”

    It almost seems in an instant that the world moves on
    I fail to realize that it has been years since I last saw his face
    In time I forget the man who dedicated his life to me
    And carry on with my own, like only I could
    What starts of as a fling with a woman at work
    Turns into a love immeasurable by societies belief
    I find my self waking each morning just to see her smile
    Not long passes before we get the news we have been longing for
    And as time passes, our child is born
    The spitting image of a face that I can’t remember
    I hold him in my arms and tell him that I will love him forever
    Many years pass, and the love of my life has long fizzled away
    But my son, I still and always will have
    The only thing that gets me through the day
    My body gets tired
    And the doctors fear the worst
    On a cold Saturday afternoon they tell me the news
    With my son sat next to me they tell me I am going to die

    Time goes by, he dare not move
    My face telling stories, I will not speak
    I grip his hand and whisper the words
    “Life is short, and opportunities hard, I won’t be here for ever”
    The room goes silent except from out breathing
    Without a word he feels me struggling for life
    Leaning forward I ask him to get me a pen and paper
    I write a note, and fold it closed
    “When ever you feel like you can’t go on, open that note, and know that it’s true”
    Feigning a smile he whispers “Of course”
    Kissing me on the head as my life finally slips away
    The hours turn to days
    And before he knows what has happened
    He stands at an open grave, burying the man
    Who dedicated his life to him
    His hand in his pocket, he grips the note
    Waiting for everyone to leave before opening it at my final resting place
    Tears stream down his face as it reads
    “My dear child, know, I will always be watching”
     

  2. Lucian

    Lucian Registered Member

    I'll Be...


    I'll be the name behind the face you never see
    The warmth in your eye's that'll last for eternity
    A skip in the beat of your heart so pure
    The waves caressing your feet at the shore


    I'll be the invisible kiss on your forehead at night
    The star that makes the night shine so bright
    A Christmas wish that comes through every year
    The finger tips wiping away all your tears


    I'll be behind every time you hear I love you
    Holding you at night when no one has the time to
    A foot print in the dirt you see each mile
    The hidden secret behind your smile


    I'll be the birds singing in every tree
    The last leaf in autumn you ever see
    An eagle in the sky protecting your path
    The faded reflection when looking through the glass


    I'll be the ghost who holds your hand at the grave
    The one you'll never realised you saved
    A candle in the tunnel so you can find the light
    The only wrong in your life that's right


    I'll be the one you never gave a chance too
    The desperate fool who did nothing but love you
    A hint of snow showering you with affection
    And the one who disappeared without detection
     
  3. Lucian

    Lucian Registered Member

    Captivated future, my present, my pain
    The eyes of an eagle, this hours disdain
    Trauma in thinking, away from the sheep
    These days are passing, in moments I’m weak

    The ritual is Satanic, of a darkened theme
    Only a true vampire will know what I mean

    Packs of wolves, with a leader to follow
    The lies you tell, make it harder to swallow
    Gasping for breath, in a room full of air
    Closing my eyes, cause this canvas to bare

    Physic vampires, on my thoughts you feast
    The cries of the living, you’re never to cease
    Nothing can stop, this pain that I feel
    Only your words, seem to make it more real

    Physic vampires, on my thoughts you feast
    The cries of the living, you’re never to cease
    Nothing can stop, this pain that I feel
    Only your words, they give me such a thrill

    Honourable mention, you don’t deserve even that
    The skies that follow, turns from grey to black
    Movement in shadows, can you see in the dark
    The wolves, their changing from a snarl to a bark
    Your Achilles heel, they know it too well
    It was the scent they where given, upon leaving Hell
    Raising an arm, trying to hold out a hand
    Maybe in the next life you might understand

    Our ritual is Satanic, of a darkened theme
    Only a true vampire will know what I mean

    Physic vampires, on my thoughts you feast
    The cries of the living, you’re never to cease
    Nothing can stop, this pain that I feel
    Only your words, seem to make it more real

    Physic vampires, on my thoughts you feast
    The cries of the living, you’re never to cease
    Nothing can stop, this pain that I feel
    Only your words, they give me such a thrill
     
  4. musaid

    musaid Registered Member

    wooooooow
    it's a great word's
    simple but
    touchable
    i like it
    thank you for sharing it with us
    waiting for anew participation
    good luck​
     
  5. Asenka

    Asenka Registered Member

    Oh.. it's make me think... Are you writer?
     
  6. barutiwa

    barutiwa Registered Member

    A message from Grand Daddy to son to grand child. That's how I understand the poem "Always Watching." Interesting...
     

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