I Thirst For You
I hold onto these secrets that I keep,
as I watched you rest in this eternal sleep.
I shall never know your wretched pain,
now only memories of illness remain.
This m e l a n c h o l y life has no joy to sustain
and I have nothing worthy left to gain.
I keep these secrets that I hold onto…
in eternal sleep I see your face of blue.
I held onto your hand watching you die,
as I watched your b e a u t i f u l life in awry.
I will never be able ease this selfish blame,
watching you from the rooftop exclaim
to all who you know who you became.
I knew your shame that you never overcame.
Watching you die I held your fragile hand…
watching your life in awry; I’ll never understand.
I hold onto your m u s i c when you were young
and that flawless melody that you sung.
I’ll never forget our complete connection,
devoid of ego and full of lovely affection.
Your hair so soft and your fair skin perfection,
now the shadows immerse in flooding reflection.
When you were young I held onto your music…
you singing flawless melodies; then you got sick.
I held onto my mourning I had at your tomb,
t h i r s t y was I for your poor life to resume.
No one will ever compare to your essence,
your selfless kindness and amiable quintessence.
From your death I’ve learned many lessons,
I only wish you could’ve found convalescence.
At your tomb I held onto my dreaded mourning…
resuming your life would have been adorning.
A Poem about DEATH
The chosen: "This Eternal Sleep"
Sponsor, Broken Wings
Date written: May 16, 2018
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