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When death liberates me unto its acre

Will I miss the familiar haunts of rejection?

When I’m forced to gaze into the eyes of my maker

Will I miss the sincerity of my reflection?

 

When my place in the world has withdrawn its intention

Will I long for the tartness of love’s pungent lime?

When I find out that death is a wondrous invention

Will I drop all my cares for eternity’s climb?

 

When the reaper reveals to me intricate wonders

Will I miss the warm breeze and the dullness of day?

When my eyes go to shut out humanity’s blunders

Will I miss the glad fools that enlightened my stay?

 

When I glimpse of the laughter that waits beyond doom

Will I still hear the pain in my mother’s good-bye?

When letters are chiseling into my tomb

Will I know life again in a new infant’s cry?

 

When a sip from the Lethe dulls my lifelong affections

Will I forget the snow on the tip of my tongue?

When I no longer hunger for earthly confections

Will I still need the one that I fought to become?

 

Transcending the threshold requires contortion

So desperately wed to the flaws in my form

 I bask in the comfort of natural distortion

Can I nourish without the emotional storm?

 

The talent to bleed, perceive and perspire

Can only be bred in a heart-heavy chest

Will I don a new robe or still wean from desire

When it comes time to lay my old playthings to rest?

Reviews

[Michelle]

Very thoughtful and descriptive write, flowing and nice rhyme.

Michelle