Dying Slowly
Sense surreal feel in the last light,
Lust of life wanes in sickly gaze;
Outcome reveals a dizzy flight,
Words surge in vain in death's slow maze.
Doom and gloom feed what horrors hedge,
Enter the field where pain betrays:
Ask as you bleed to see harsh edge,
Touch beyond shield the final play;
Hide not your face from what must be.
Distance feels near in dying mode;
Yield soul to grace in truth calmly,
Invoke lost cheer in moral code;
Now dare to feel the coming chill,
Grace ever thrills the mystic hills.
Leon Enriquez
05 May 2015
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2015
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