Lament of My Life
My mind is in a death cage,
Time plods slowly forward
Towards its logical end.
Yet I have to look back.
My cold body lies pale
On a cold marble slab.
Dark corridors of memories
Echo with screams
Begging for forgetfulness
Imploring forgiveness.
A library of thoughts,
Of fears and torments,
Of hope and love,
Of reality and dreams.
The reaper of grief has come,
But not oblivion,
As a collection of events
Of my past marches by,
Inexorable fate,
Depressive images,
Luscious dreams,
Shady deals,
Delectable delights,
Greed and compassion:
All vibrating viciously
Within my tortured soul.
Why can't my mind
Be like a barren womb,
That I might die in total oblivion?
Forget my past, my loved ones,
My hated ones, my friendly ones.
Let me aim for the morning star,
There I'll find peace and love.
There the Mighty Son was/is/will be.
Mercy Lord, my judgment is at hand.
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2023
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