One day I will leave
-not easy to think though...
The colors and sparkle
would float into a latitude
Life from me would make a break...
A world of fairy purple clouds
Would probably shift me...
bypassing the mud, muck and artificial lights,
to a space tucked away in a distance....And shut me!
I fear the whorls of those curly clouds today.
Stop kissing me, Wind!
Stop getting me drunk, Rainbows
The hourglass principle of Time hits everyone
Finicky hands pluck in hungry haste; claim us
The arduous trip make me dislike the word 'death'
The rude and turbulent breezes ..doesn't seem so benign today.
.......Oh, it'll be an end with a free body
A corpse-not He or She...with all its light put out! Ha!
None will step off his fence to join the journey...
Only the silent sleep inside me will be with me!
The body all bound with strings of tube-roses
will be fed to the fire- ultimately!!
All will be left, behind me
Ah, years on earth is just a few...
Death. No matter what religion, group or sect one may be attached to, the fact of dying cannot be refuted. The different possibilities for the stretch of time immediately before death...terrify me. So, frankly I have no intention to die now...
Written for: Susan's Midweek Prompt / Prescience/ Poets United.