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Ramon Gomez Poem
When death smiled upon me, I quivered with fear
and clung to my life as my soul disappeared
I masked the faces of death that I’ve seen
and sounded a rattle while struggling to breath
Laying in bed a ghost in my shell
my tubes become chains that bind me in hell
I've lost all control of what once came with ease
humiliated by what everyone sees
don’t they see misery writ on my face
and each day of suffering held in this place
my longing to plunge into pools of black
to reach to the dark till it touches me back
so many have said, they don't fear to die
yet how can they know, when they've never tried
its now that I find who I really am
and whether or not I’ve failed this exam
for all it is destined, no need for concern
for every breath, a dying is earned
and all that we are is seen on that day
on feet or knees when the scythe swings away
Copyright © Ramon Gomez | Year Posted 2015
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Ramon Gomez Poem
When fire breathes it's last goodbye
Extinguishing the Suns lidded eye
The shade brings life as dark surrounds
And unexpected screams abound
Blood slithers down a rusty blade
Sheathed in flesh a soul to fade
A maniac smiles behind a mask
Relishing his demonic task
Footsteps echoing from behind
A sudden turn, no life to find
Exercising futility
Victims always franticly
Search in vain to find escape
From a most horrific fate
Fear surely gripping their hearts
It's claws will tear their lives part
And when it happens no time to run
An unexpected end begun
Pain shoots forth like lightning's flash
As hopes and dreams are burned to ash
Blood spilled across a dirty floor
The life that was now shuts its door
And from the body comes a sigh
Like fire breathing it's last goodbye
Copyright © Ramon Gomez | Year Posted 2015
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Ramon Gomez Poem
When I listen hard enough, I hear it
as life evaporates, I fear it.
Will I dance in heaven or writhe in hell
or return to nothingness as well?
Will I survive my final breath
or live to see my certain death?
I ask the glaring pools of black
inside my mirror, staring back
and then I hear that Death once more
rapping softly at my door.
When opened, I see a thousand ways
that I might meet my end of days
but in this form, no ugliness
upon the face of my obsess.
Just gratefulness for what I have,
this bittersweet becomes a salve
to mend a heart which takes for granted
each breath which should leave me enchanted
and then I bid a soft farewell
that I might contemplate this well.
Why this shade would come to me
then force my darkened eyes to see
the futility of hanging on
to a life forgotten when its gone?
This lesson learned, left me a wish
that I might finally cherish
and sorrow for each day that’s past
yet live each moment like my last.
Copyright © Ramon Gomez | Year Posted 2015
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