September 16, 2019 | Occasus | Issue 9 | Poetry
Heaven is a Lonely Place
And on the day, of my last day
when I will go, and you will stay. Paradise I can’t embrace for Heaven is a lonely place. In the shadow of that gate my relatives with stand and wait. Spectres strange to my own eyes whom I no longer recognize. And in Salvation I will scream, in Revelation I will dream, beneath the angels I will cry, my heavy heart too dense to fly. My solace is, it won't be long until you come where you belong. The other half returned to me to love for all eternity. But when you come, I fear the most that I become a faceless ghost. For the memories have gone untaught. My complexion you have since forgot. So, on the day, of my last day when I will go, and you will stay. I will not rise to God’s good grace for Heaven is a lonely place. |
The Impermanence of Memory
From her strongest base of reminiscence, I watched her wane
and felt the pain pierce when she forgot how to sing song. Her sanity so sparse, and overtime withdrawn that her mind had fissured far beyond insane. My ignorance brought insight to her bane. Although I knew it couldn’t prolong the hastening of her memories lost. So she soon forgot my name. Long gone are thoughts of her and now I can’t seem to remember the grieved grace of her face. |
MATTHEW SIMIC is a third year English and Creative Writing student at Western. He is interested in writing form poetry as he believes it is somewhat of a lost art. He also thinks that the use of form is an effective way compartmentalize ideas and forces one to be disciplined with word choice.