I Died
A while imprisoned of muted flesh,
Unfettered limbs yet stillness numb to touch,
Senses waver in words expressing awe,
Booming echoes the breathing slows,
Walls narrow in gray as brightness fades,
Shell of remains a soul in air imprints,
Deafening silence the blur increases,
Imagined clouds the softness closing,
Merely wisps of self remain,
Nothingness of promise and perfection,
Beyond a realm where tortured to exist,
Light just a reflection of self dismissing the known,
Ever passes as warm voices engulf this sea,
Embrace of hallowed arms so brief,
Minutes reduced by minutes an existance veiled,
Fall to fall the syllables coaxing to go,
Grasp to stay all begs futile,
Looming thickness eyes pop to white,
Beats trikling blood denying the cold,
A gasp i embrace faces taut of worry,
Grief to miss a wonder eons removed,
Fear waters blue while coats intend to soothe,
Left only dreams the peace a grave awaits....
Copyright © Winona Fox | Year Posted 2023
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