Calling | Teen Ink


April 4, 2010
By Renaissance SILVER, Milpitas, California
Renaissance SILVER, Milpitas, California
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Favorite Quote:
"What is today but yesterday's tomorrow?"

Sweetly, alluring, never quite the same.
Coaxing, enticing, hear it call my name.

Crisp, clear, an ornate church bell.
Chilling, fearing, a blood curdling yell.

Melody, harmony, a calming music touch.
Kindly, blindly, never asking much.

Rash, bold, in the prime of youth.
Ancient, decrepit, held down by truth.

Concealed, hidden behind smiles fake.
Screeching, hollering, too fast, hit the brake.

Differently, unique, individual to one.
Changing, strangely, yet the same to none.

Winds blowing, towers on high.
Jump with a breath, fall with a sigh.

Caring, embracing as old lovers do.
Tears running, “Farewell, I love you”.

Peaceful, regretless, joy fills your eyes.
Happy memories, enjoy the good-byes.

Sudden, searing, a pain in my back.
Gasping, searching, breath I do lack.

Cold, hard, let it begin.
Warming, swarming, heat from within.

Binding, sealing, birth made a pact.
Wild, reeling, strike without tact.

Sifting, rushing, time always flies.
Impossible, ruthless no second tries.

Empty, vacant let me now rest.
Slowly, calmly, no hurt in my chest.

Silent, quiet I hear the calling no more.
Frigid, heat-less, frozen to the core.

Watchful, observant, closed eyes finally see.
Ask not whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee.

Truthful, accepting, I take my last breath,
And answer the calling of old, black death.

The author's comments:
When I see the world today, I see much neglect. People everywhere are experiencing one form of pain or another - death being one of them. In our world, we don't really see how different everything is. Death can be calm and peaceful or turbulent and heart-wrenching. It can also be so many things. This poem is just another shout out to see how different one thing can be.

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