Wednesday, March 16

Death

Right here, front of my eyes
It died
Pain shot up through heart
All went white
Why you seem so far
So blurred, so cool?
Why can’t I touch you?
Who died?
Why did it hurt?
Did it belong?
Time is so long
It’s a healer
I’m fading
Right here, front of my eyes
I see myself fade
I saw my death awhile aback.