Living To Die

Turn your head and bow your head for the death angel approaches.....

 

Lucky to spend the day

in the sun with no time

to spare to get me high.

 

Indulging my day with

laughter I run to the top

 of the hill to fly with birds.

 

Valerian plants surround

my heart as I lay in their

beauty for the afternoon.

 

Inbound I find myself

at the bottom of the hill

where my journey began.

 

 Nearby voices cry for me

to visit their place of rest

 to read bedtime stories .

 

Gladden by my presence

I lay befuddled by their

invitation to remain .

 

Tantalizing souls argue

happiness is found

beneath the headstones.

 

-Living To Die-

  

 

 

Reviews

[~*a beautiful disaster*..]

wow. this is such a great write. even in the dak undertruth that's revealed at the end the poem still happens to have a uplifting feeling...almost aura like.

[Samuel Dickens]

Very nicely-written and heartfelt. Sam

[TL Boehm]

wow. this one starts out as such a lark of a poem - but sobers up quickly - the invitation to stay...facing that which is inevitable. Nicely penned.