I Wonder What Death Has Done To Me
A Poem
I wonder what death has done to me with its morbid claws and insatiable appetite for melancholic performance Sinking into me like the last note of the most beautiful song that you can never hear again and may never remember the same
It’s stood before me so many times before and taken someone I love while I remain broken and withered from another taste of Destiny
Tears fall gently caressing my cheek like the last raindrop from that storm that caused flooding of the heart and soul My heart and soul never mended
I wonder what death has done to me how it’s shaped me molded me into the pieces of a man that I am today Barely whole held together by the hope that it won’t come for me
It haunts me with who it holds away from me While I remain a shell of who I was with them Yearning for moments lost to Death
Tears stop Too many have fallen leaving a pool of unmemories to water me slowly into submission and into the ground to be with them again
I wonder what death has done to me with its pathological desire to take those I love and leave me behind In their wake A shadow of what I once was A construct of a man who could have been more
Maybe death becomes me as the sadness sews wrinkles into my face to tell the story of pain I endured from its pallid hands as it watched me shatter inside
Tears are all I have beyond memories to make me whole and the puddle I leave is the only connection to my past Spilling over with emotion and grief as death smiles upon me the stepchild it never had always wishing for something better and just getting more Death
© Jonathan Greene 2019
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