Vergissmeinnicht

What lies beyond this last breath,
But emptiness and regrets?
Those memories, hard to catch;
Those petals... still as my Death.

In the echoes of church bells,
So many tales yet to tell –
Of the times before I fell,
Of the times when all was well.

Triumph wilting at the Gate,
To rest gently as my Fate.
Daydreams, laughter of an Age...
To be forgotten today.

Competing interestsNone declared.

Provenance and peer reviewNot commissioned; internally peer reviewed.

Source: Medical Humanities - May 30, 2017 Category: International Medicine & Public Health Authors: Mak, J. K. C. Tags: Poetry and Prose Source Type: research