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Dead with The Livings

He bid me farewell to spend
his life inside the casket
early to death he walked,
for he no longer knew
how to walk
"I wish I lived",
he whispered moments
before his death
as tears kept falling
along with a heavy breath
his hand held mine while
both were shaking, his
hand let mine and
his warmth, slowly
started fading
I feigned a smile & sent him away
sang a lullaby for what is left of the day
I loathed death for seizing his soul
and hated life for tearing my whole
The me before him loved life for its colors
the me after him sold life for a single color,
stripped her soul black and yellow and
welcomed life faking "Hello"
Apologies for distressing your sleep
I know you're no longer here, yet I
hesitate, should I get you an overseer?
In case you've stiffened or perhaps a
little less pleased?
Is your heart pounding just fine?
Is your smile bright enough,
for all souls around to go blind?
How is your life under?
Forgive me, but I do still wonder
do visits come with time?
I'm afraid I can't wait in line
My mind is trapped and my 
sorrows are gradually spilling out
I no longer know me missing you
or even my heart's whereabouts
A stark pain cut my heart open
Am I alive or dead? Dead, I'm hopin
so big is my agony, so lost is my sanity,
and here I am no longer seeking what
is called remedy

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