Frailty

I call death’s name but he heeds me not

I cry out to death but he sheds no tears for me

I scream for death but he turns and flees

Death calls my name but my ears are filled with your laughter

I have found comfort

Death cries out to me but my eyes see only your smile

I have found joy

Death screams for me but I stand my ground

I have found hope

 

They say death will be a great adventure.

For me, I just hope for relief from my frailty.

I lie broken amongst the shattered bones of my enemies.

I was victorious over them;

In the end we came to the same conclusion.

It is fitting to die with my enemies:

Their leader was myself,

The rest were just silhouettes.

I finally killed myself, my sin.

But in doing so my life left me.

 

Here I lie in dust

Returning to dust

 

Cry not, my love.

In order to live I had to die to myself.

In life you were but a shadow, my love, a vision.

Here in death my vision is clear.

Weep not, my love.

No longer myself I am yours forevermore.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. The story line was excellent. So many lines in this poem stood out. I could feel the desire for some sort of peace and yearning to hold on. A very good ending to a outstanding poem.
Coyote