death of a poet

July 2, 2008

too soon i thought
today death came to me
by the bedside she stood
stared, stealthily, slowly crept in
and touched my breast

i opened my mouth
i could not speak
i stretched my arm just to stop her
to let me finish this one poem

oh! sir Destiny!

so gentle she was to me
softly, smoothly touched my eyes
slowly closed my lids
darkness covered me

i am gone
my poem unfinished
carried no phone
son, have my poem finished

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