Do Not Cry
For if time live longer than i could
if you mutter and i am mute
if you lay your head on my breast
and i refuse to embrace
do not cry.
For when you see my nostrils and ears
blocked in white cuttons
and my body mummified
when you hold my hand and it is cold
and my body stiffs gradationally
when you rumble and i am silent
do not cry.
For i have fallen like a dry leaf would fall
bustling like the bees
roaring like the lion
panting as the deer
in the place that is strange
and in my strange self
I have changed form
and i am not with you anymore
gone to a place where the ground is air
and the air seems solid that i walk upon
where i will be trapped and amassed
never to return.
Funeral will come
maybe on a rainy day
friends and foes will attend in their black dresses
and i will be given a shallow space
until enternity comes
I won't struggle to come out from my diminutive space
as earth begins to eat me gradually
i will remain in your heart for a while
thereafter fade like a dyed black cutton
Copyright © Rapheal Adams | Year Posted 2020
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