At Yarhzeit of a Friend

 

The likeness of your being

Lives on yet inside my thoughts;

So many pictures in death,

Though unwanted, yet are sought.

And senselessly reaching out

Though knowing you are not there;

Imaginary visions,

Encountered from everywhere.

The cold rain etching the glass

Like the tears searing my cheeks,

They fall to the ground, searching,

Tis your resting place they seek.

And searching, ever searching

The torment to fathom why,

This hunting, probing, seeking

Beneath a darkening sky.

Compelled, restless to follow

The signs, but not knowing how.

It's only being, I know;

For me, it is only now.

 

 

B. Benjamin

Free Verse, Rhymed (under 30 lines)

BBP193