Epitaph.Mature

Inspired by some Sylvia Plath I was reading.

Is it beautiful?
Eternity?
Would you tell me someday?

In the end, surely
All our muscles scream:
I DON'T WANT TO DIE!

The last stab of guilt,
Tiny and too late.
I am just a shadow in your head now.

Fading...Where once I was light. 

And now,
Women gather like flies
Keening like cats left out in the cold.

These pictures,
These caricatures,
Wearing all their pretty things.

They are not real.
Reflected in that sharp red gleam.
I hate them anyway.

You left me, you lied.
Hot envy boils up, and happiness;
For you escaped the screaming.

I hate you anyway.

The End

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