i'm debating putting this forward to a poetry magazine to be considered for publishing.
What do you guys think?
I look back on when we began,
When in our future there was no plan,
And I share a secret inner smile,
When everything seems worthwhile,
Our love, our hopes, our dreams,
But now we take it to extremes,
On minute so loving the next full of hate,
Why is it so cruel, our only fate,
But back then we couldn’t forsee,
All that was and has to be,
I feel I could give up and die,
I sit under a clear blue sky,
And dream of the day I’ll go,
And no more will this feeling grow,
This feeling of hopelessness and despair,
And while I sit and prepare,
Prepare for my final breath,
I know in the eyes of death,
I’m simply one more to leave,
And non shall even grieve,
For in life I’m certainly nothing,
And in death I still won’t be something,
So here I stand and silently move on,
On him I shall look upon,
And I wish him a full and happy life,
With a happy family and perfect wife,
And I’ll simply watch and smile,
As he has everything in life that’s worthwhile,
The end now slowly comes,
A soft beat plays through drums,
I whisper so softly goodbye,
With one last sigh,
I know the end is here,
One last image does appear,
Of him next to me simply looking on,
He smiles as pure as a white swan,
As I take that final breath,
I look in his eyes in my death,
And I see non of the life before,
That final plea he chooses to ignore,
My eyes slip closed for one last time,
The stairs down to hell I now climb,
Image after image goes by,
And there’s simply no way to deny,
This was always to be my fate,
That realization has come too late,
As I climb lower still,
Down this never ending hill,
The images simply refuse to stop,
I wish I could run to the top,
But there’s no way to go back,
Suddenly the walls turn to black,
I feel an inner fight,
And suddenly there’s light,
Slowly my eyes open wide,
I see him to one side,
I lay in confusion,
It must be an illusion,
For I know I died,
I was washed away in the tide.