A Dead Wish

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Permit me to stroll at your side.

Submitted: April 30, 2018

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The light is dying

I haven’t much time

Permit me to stroll at your side

A constant reminder of what awaits at the end.

 

I won’t make a peep for I have no tongue . . .

And no larynx

I won’t stare for I have no eyes

You won’t hear a sigh nor wheeze for I have no lungs . . .

And no heart to thumpity-thump

I won’t take up much space; I’m a very thin man . . .

A bag of bones compared to you.

 

Please permit me to stroll at your side

These are the final moments of my time

I would like to say they were worthwhile and fun

Before the life flees my bones with the falling sun.

 

Take my hand if you would

Lead me to the hottest spot

Then I’ll return to my grave

And save you a nice plot.

 

Tit for tat

It’s a mighty fine deal

Death comes to us all

Would you not like a nice spot reserved for when you at last keel


© Copyright 2018 Jeff Bezaire. All rights reserved.

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