Writings by Nelson E. Mitchell

My talk with the Reaper

How long is too long to await my lover’s gentle and kind words?
How long am I to endure the harsh and lonely echo of silence?
How long before realization lay bare my dreams, actions and hopes as absurd?
How long will it be until peace returns to end my mental violence?
Too long has been my patience – too long has been my lonely loneliness!
Too long have prayers been prayed – too long my shouts and screams gone unheard!
Too long has my soul wept – too long has my tears been left to rain endlessly!
Too long have I lain still – much too long has sleep been undisturbed!
So long to the sheep and it’s lamb, greeting to the wolf and its cub.
So long to those with words of paradise, to them I dismiss with a subtle snub!
So long to constant misery, hello to the sweet taste of serenity.
So long to those final goodbyes, hello to whole of infinity.
Come along my dear friend, is you I see the many pain of yesterday.
Come along you sentimental child, for through you I’ll might again taste life.
Come along you trusting soul, for only a few seconds can I stay.
Come along you jester of the living, you sought and found me-now lie down as my wife.
 
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by Nelson E. Mitchell