The farmer sat at his table and cried for his invisible wife
But no one knew he was married
No one knew of this gentle life
They thought he was a single man
He shouted about how his relationship ended
He loved to frolic with his chums
And the freedom he defended
His family had no idea
They thought he was alone
He went into the other room
When he answered the phone
His wife at first she didn’t mind
Until they had their baby
And she realised no one knew of them
As he flirted with ladies daily
Suddenly she started to fade
Her skin became translucent
Her voice muted to a whisper
Her soul became distant
Until one day she disappeared
Left the farmer and their baby
Never to return again
This secret invisible lady
Category: Life After Death
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Have I been forgotten already?
Has my memory begun to fade?
Can you no longer remember
The contours of my face?
The sound of my voice
No longer an echo
No touch of my skin
Left on your fingertips
The beating of my heart
No longer with yours in sync
What torture time is
As I fade to ghost
Simply a shadow of myself
Wandering aimlessly lost
Haunting the canals
Wailing in wake
Eternal pain
Diminished state
No longer remembering
The contours of my face -
I’m struggling today my love
I’m struggling with grief
Somehow the future slipped from us
Was it something we did?
An April fools trick?
Or is this a test from beyond us?
It seems really silly
To be this upset
But something has changed within me
A switch has been flicked
Time has ticked
And now somehow I feel empty
I know deep down it’s for the best
We weren’t quite ready
And now we can plan a bit better
Not carried by the storm
All fuzzy and warm
We can prepare, go slow and steady
I hope you’re ok
And not feeling too strange
With this brief whirlwind we got caught in
I’ll finish my letter
Catch ya later patata
Sending kisses a million
x x x -
Hope died when she was 7
She learnt there was no use in trying
Under the water she found herself
There no one could hear her crying
Hope watched the world
She saw it went on well without her
In the background she drifted
While darkness spread around her
There was no joy in waking
There was no joy in sleep
No softness from her mothers hand
No shepherd to protect the sheep
The shadows did engulf her body
Her tiny little self
The space between the light and love
Too high upon that shelf
The pedestal she could never climb
The strength she never had
The expectations far beyond her grasp
An impossible path
Hope died when she was 7
She found life too hard
The busy world with noisy cries
The world filled with pain
The bubbles stopped
Her light came down
And now just her body remains -
In Ravenscourt Park there was an old man
Who lived in an alabaster cave
Each morning he’d eat Bitterness on Toast
Then for work he would leave
With his glass jar tucked under his arm
Hobbling through the streets
Waiting for the moment tension would strike
To gather his bittersweet treat
Throughout the day he’d fill his jar
Revelling in its growing weight
Daydreaming the joy of getting home
To eat his sandwich filled with hate
To sit at the table with his favourite plate
And fill his belly full of misery
Then off to bed he’d take himself
Where he would dream of history
The dreams weren’t much different
From the days that he had
Except for the ring on his finger
And the smile that greeted him at the door
But the bitterness it did linger
While he ate his sandwich filled with hate
His wife ate strawberry jam
Too sweet was the taste of her lips
It angered the little old man
Night after night he’d dream of those lips
A never ending cycle of torment
Waking up to the brim with anxiety
Ready for a day of resentment -
Marooned on a desert island
Despairing how she got here
Thankfully she’s not alone
At her side her good friend Fear
Fear looks on with kind eyes
Soothing the relentless shadow
Feeding island coconuts
Making soup out of her bone marrow
The soup tastes so good to the ever delirious
They reminisce of times gone past
They hug until the moon does rise
Then Fear decides she wants to dance
In her frenzy she kills the fire
And accidentally spills the fresh water
It’s ok, it’s not your fault
She tries not to scold her
But Fear is in her element
A whirling dervish in the moon light
Helplessly a surrender takes place
With a gentle fade, Fear wins the night -
How much time has passed
She doesn’t know
She’s been lifelessly in limbo
The clock keeps ticking
As for her heart
She thinks it stopped a while ago
Her hands are cold
Though the sun shines strong
The days go on without her
No desire to breathe
There’s something wrong
But fixing it is beyond her
She closes her eyes
But it doesn’t matter
No rest is found, no slumber
Her slow demise
Her delicate flame
Reduced to a mere ember -
There was a man who lived on the sea
Who had a dying wife
Each day he would serenade her
And warm her heart each night
She got sicker and sicker
But little did he know
Since the smile that shone out of her
Dazzled the darkest boats
So the man went to the port
And met a young lady
They had their way on the beach
While the wife lay in pain
The man returned and told his wife
He felt confused by his actions
But the wife simply passed away
Her soul abandoned her in seconds
Looking down she watched them
No longer who they were
Saddened by this tragedy
Both beyond repair
She looked across the bed frame
And up towards the night
There was his soul opposite
His eyes blue like the sky
No words came out of their mouths
But so much was shared
Without their bodies
Only love was heard
It filled the sky like an explosion
It warmed the earth for days
They wondered as they floated back
Could they survive this phase
They slowly returned to atoms
Into denseness they were cramped
She opened her eyes as he held her hand
And for life they did thank.
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