Death reminds me of

Death, Beloved, reminds me of thy stings?

How they caress through me

through my lively spirit that loves

the flowers of thy eyes.

I see death as a poison

famely quilted with voids of my poetry

Wherever your name was meant to be mentioned

where my words brightened like mortals

just by the illusion of your presence.

My heart beats for you

even in the thunderstorms of your new life

My arms are wide open

Yet I cannot sing, the songs of life!

Give my veins,the worst of heart-aches

Make my womb a barren place

Teach me how to breath failure

And I will grow an old soul in long years

Slow, as the melodies of my internal despair

Sheltered, I will walk without friends, without love

The dry dust will not cling to my tears

Death, then will fall in love with me, one day.

Reviews

[MOON]

Poignant and haunting, love the way the words flow and these lines in particular,

Give my veins,the worst of heart-aches
Make my womb a barren place
Teach me how to breath failure
And I will grow an old soul in long years