Speak of Death

He  sat up in the bed with his  thin face buried  deep into in his small lap,
And for a brief moment his  head was  a pillow as he took a nap.
Slowly lifting his head,  the sun greeted his face  with its red, hot  stare,
And his thoughts drifted off to places that were far but in this mind so near.
The chirping of the   red and yellow birds and the buzzing of the honey-filled bees,
And the dancing waves  down by the sea and the  lush , green  coconut trees.
His  heart sang a  sweet, melodious tune as the memories made his  body dance, 
And in that very moment he wished that he could be given another chance.
He clinged to the soft ,white pillow and his  face was a swimming pool,
And he heard a  gentle  whisper in his  ear,  man, you are no fool.
Life was a raging fire that consumed his mind,  body and soul,
How quickly he became a shadow of his  former self ,  like a broken-winged bird, less whole.
With frail, shaking  hands he clenched his  fists and his  sobs could wake the sleeping village too,
He  tossed and turned in anguish , screaming like a tormented demon not knowing what to do.
His deep , anguishing  pain was unbearable like a ton of bricks on an infant’s back,
And  in that moment he wished , oh how he wished that death would come and take his stack.
Silence was now his only  company as  day turned from a blazing sun to a dark and cold night,
His  heart  was  a ship  without any anchor in the deep ,wide  ocean and he  knew  that he would be out of sight.

Copyright © Viviene Ramsay | Year Posted 2023

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