Death of a Poet Pt2
Poring like rain
The sweat
From my head
As I light my last cigarette
I wipe my eyes so I can see clear
The last note I write to my dear.
She must know why?
Why the mad poet had to die
But the voices are saying “Don’t do it”
Others telling me I have to go through it
I have chosen a side and ignore the opposition
While I contemplate my final lying position
Three leafs of paper that were scattered
Because of the excess blood that splattered
It had to crisp and white
Everything perfect as I write:
My dear love
I know we cannot be together,
Whether it is for a moment or forever
I know in my heart that you truly loved me
And that you said this pain will subside and I will be free
It’s been a year since the last time I saw you
The day when we agreed that we were through
But since then I died
My feeling I could not quench, or hide
I ate to survive, I existed for the sake of it
But… it has me beat
It is not your fault and I hope you will forgive me
For what I have put you through and hope you see
Life does not exist without… my love
I have to answer for the life I take to my God above
Believe me, I have searched and could not find happiness
When my heart has been filled with darkness
The light that once shone was you and… you gone
Know this our love was never wrong
It was love as it intended itself to be
Now I am done I cannot keep existing knowing you are not with me
Your love
The Mad Poet
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