If you knew I was dying would it change you?

If you knew I was dying would it change you?

A Poem by dukovan

In this sinking ship in a crowded room,
no one here knows what to do.
Not how to sleep or how to die.
For now we're alive seeing eye to eye.

The ghost are pushing through their skin.
Anticipation is growing thin.
Pass the time through eerie fate.
Hold on tight and don't be late.

I remembered my mother first
and the contents of her purse.
It was never clean and that makes me laugh.
The wine has ruined your favorite dress.

The wood caught fire at the bow.
I wont live to see it go out.
The kingdom comes in many ways.
I hope we all end up in the same place.


© 2012 dukovan


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Wow, the title takes me into this with a feeling of loss of a loved one.
The last stanza speaks to me of how life is for us all really. The sinking ship we are on, the fire at the bow that will burn and take us in the end, the hope we will meet again.


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