Jim Hirtle Poet Rhyme

What Have I Left

Again, and again
Lips stained by death
Uttering words—dead, dying, gone forever
Incurably cast to eternal rest

Spoken in whispers
Words drenched in tears
Besieged within antiseptic walls
The grim shadow of Reaper again appears

Pandemonium unfettered
Unmasked villains cloaked in watery layers
An ominous choir 
Dancing with ruthless, politicians and liars

A factitious malady
Once bound by walls of glass
Death’s sting unleashed  
Fearlessly pilfering one’s breath last

Loved ones menaced
Peers devoured
Papered masks hiding hopeless lies
How many must die in our darkest hours

From bended knee
To a deadpan god I weep
Cowering behind the inequity of man
What you have sowed, you shall now reap

Fists clinched set before trembling lips 
Eyes strained by everlasting mist
Spewing words not fit for a god
Questioning aloud, did you ever exist

God of mine, unveil the truth 
Ere another dies
Lover, friend or innocent youth
Forbid dear Abba, that it be I

Sorrow in the Land of Desolation
Too often my lips stained by Death
Friends, family…and God now gone
Tell me please, what have I left?

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