I Remember DeathA Poem by crazerdark past poemI Remember They make no sense; my memories They flicker like a candle flame. Mere phantom childhood fantasies? Or should they bear another name? Confusing and yet comforting, They make me who I am. Collecting time; a foolish thing My past an earthen dam? Pecking like blinded chick The wall of dirt begins to slide A time bomb's warning tick now pounding deep inside. I can not stop it's just too late ancient wheels begin to turn the creaking of a rusty gate; the lid twisting from an urn. Misty threshold calling I leap through the open maw yesterday appalling, Or delight at what I saw. Laying face up toward the sky A baby wrapped in red Now I wish my past a lie My birthday is for the dead. Nameless faces come to claim me From slimy ruddy muck, Death child is what they name but aloud they just say luck.
© 2013 crazerAuthor's Note
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