Goodbye

Submitted by Libby on Wed, 06/21/2017 - 05:47

When days are dead and skies are grey
When roads with dust are trodden down
When soil is hard as sunbaked clay
And once green grass is stiff and brown

When home is not but ash and dust
When children can no longer cry
When kindly friend has broken trust
And heart is now too tired to try

When mountain mist is turned to smoke
When clouds forever shade the earth
When dust that rises makes us choke
And child born is dead from birth

When once for all these things pass by
And all this world is brought to end
I’ll flee to better worlds on high—
That’s when I’ll say goodbye, my friend.

Author's age when written
13
Genre
Poetry
Tags
life
death
pain
Sorrow
truth
goodbye

Comments

Damaris Ann

Sun, 07/02/2017 - 21:41

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Libby, this is hauntingly beautiful. The second verse made me catch my breath. When kindly friend has broken trust ouch.
Well-written, dear, and very meaningful.

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.

Madeline

Sun, 07/09/2017 - 15:08

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You have such a command of rhythm, of language, and of vision. I feel your words; they resonate so fully, and it's really stunning. What a wonderful piece. Thank you for sharing!

Madalyn Clare

Wed, 07/26/2017 - 23:36

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Bravo! You really captured a feeling of completion. It made me feel as though the world ended, or someone died. This poem resembled a peaceful, outward sigh, and I fell in the love the moment I read it.
Keep up the good work, Libby!

Introverts unite!
Separately!
From the comfort of your own homes!

Madalyn Clare

Wed, 07/26/2017 - 23:37

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Bravo! You really captured a feeling of completion. It made me feel as though the world ended, or someone died. This poem resembled a peaceful, outward sigh, and I fell in the love the moment I read it.
Keep up the good work, Libby!

Introverts unite!
Separately!
From the comfort of your own homes!