(of something regarded as unpleasant) continuing without pause or interruption.
Holding her beloved mirror in hand
the young woman studies her lost love.
Her smoldering eyes peering
barely hidden behind her lush lashes and
ruby red lips in a brief shy smile.
As she watches him with their son
walking hand in hand toward their home.
Her hand trembles slightly, a tear drop falls for
this living forever isn’t what it’s cracked up to be.
Yet the young woman thought she could handle it
never considering how desolate
eternity could be without her love, her child.
She sighs deeply knowing, another tear falls
In her heart, the choice was right
though the price was high.
The choice made at the time didn’t consider the incessant ramifications of living forever. I thought of how I would feel if the opportunity arose guaranteeing their health and happiness in exchange for my soul, could I do it as I wrote this Halloween poem. I know faced with assuring they’re healthy and happy once doesn’t stop… oh wait but they’ll be dead and I’m still living. That incessant detail isn’t forefront because we want the best for our loved ones.
“Incessant smiling is one of the deadly tools used by someone whose intent is to make others cry.”― Michael Bassey Johnson
“Writing is my passion, expression and an incessant obsession.”
― Pushpa Rana