15th April 2016.




My last request.

I had ash in my hands,
Blown away by the wind.
It may have been something.
I had resilience once -
It has withered and died.
No more than the ash
That was scattered by my beliefs.
All the things I forgot to say
Turn into my last request;
And I guess I need you here
To hold these hands of mine.
What a beautiful life
When you smile with me.





Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2016-04-15 at 21:23

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Deeps
A simple request, what if it's the last one! Love is in the air, mingling with the ashes.
2016-04-21


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
A beautiful last request.
2016-04-20


Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Tenderness and pain. I'm awash with the beauty of the poem, while I'm torn by the sadness of the heart.
2016-04-16