Undertaker of Dreams

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


I name myself: Undertaker of Dreams.

My constant preparations for decease,

Consistent revelations in these reams,

Remind myself what each page might release:


Another day, another me, more eyes.

I lie beside myself, and to myself,

And watch myself decide my coffin’s size,

Another broken body on my shelf.


Another night, what other newborn life

Could he believe in, could deceive him, them?

An afterlife carved out by twilight’s knife

Might make tomorrow’s morning bright again.


But Time will test the treasures of this tomb,

And Time will age the pages from this spine,

And Time will tear me from my mama’s womb

And I will watch me waste in earth’s confine.


With each night’s vision, lives I might have led,

I close the eyelids. Stiff. Unmoving. Dead.

Submitted: November 10, 2020

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