tagNon-Erotic PoetryGoodnight:A dark ode to Norah Jones

Goodnight:A dark ode to Norah Jones


As I ready for my bed,
my children, they have all been fed,
and fed and fed and fed again,
and grown to women and to men

Learned to love and yet be strong
And never cry; lifes circle wrong
Taught to eat and when to kill...
I know not if they will

For now my blankets call to me,
such warmth and safety promised free.
A little nap: Now or forever?
Would choices end? My burden sever?

Deaths soft, sweet voice, it sings to me.
Her big brown eyes, dark as can be.
My Nora causes me no fright
'Come away with me, in the night'


A note to the reader: No, I am not suicidal. This isn't about taking the easy way out. It's about getting old, and realizing that you aren't going to live forever... and being ok with that.

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