The Gift I Will Present in Poetry
- Dec. 29, 2019, 4:05 a.m.
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My death comes soon
These are not my last words
But I’m getting close
To the waters
From which I came
So, please listen
As I fade away
The horror
Caged inside my head
This disease
Manifesting itself
As the Earth is bred
The memories that
Once occupied me
Have turned
Into nothing
But dust
That floats in the wind
And I
Can no longer strive
To put me together again
I wake up
Every day
To an imaginary setting and place
Until
Reality slaps me in the face
Unknown to who I am
Confused
As to where I am
Because
Yesterday
I thought
I lived somewhere else
And I thought
I was
Someone else
I can see
My tears
Dry up the stars
It is the beginning
To the end of
My universe
I can no longer
Dance with the stars
For gravity has
Manipulated me
In so many ways
I can no longer
See-through the fog
That clouds my past
And I just want to die
And be born again to a different place
In the sands of time
I don’t know
How I’ve survived
This long
I don’t know
How to turn
My greatest weakness
Into a strength
And
I don’t know
How much longer
I can live
Through all my hate
The agony
Living inside of me
The screams
Keep echoing inside my ears
I can’t tell if
It is the drums or my heart
Beating slower to
My Song of Death
I’m being killed
And erased
At the same pace
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Slowly devour me
In the grave that
I dwell in
As I pass to the unknown
And start
The adventure
One last time
Everything is in black and white
As I photograph
The stars inside my head
Hoping to remember
The constellation
From which I came
So when I’m reborn
I’ll understand the code
That I hid
So no one
Can destroy the gift
I’m supposed to give
woman in the moon ⋅ December 29, 2019
I wonder about death. Two of my cousins and my brother - all younger than me by 4 years or more have died of cancer in the last 18 months. They should have lived longer, they had families and good lives and they all contributed to the world. I have no idea how that happened.
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Raphael Tiriel woman in the moon ⋅ December 29, 2019
If you want, I can tell what I believe about death. I'm sorry that some of the people that you know died from cancer. I do not know if this will help you or not, but so far, like three or four people have been cured of cancer in Oklahoma. My mother lives there, and if you want, I can give you the link to the article and the product that you can buy off of Amazon for like $9. Oddly, it is a Dog Dewormer.