Mini Poem Book I: Poems of My Soul

Dance to Death

Twirling and dancing

as I fall

death more quickly

overtakes me.

I was shot

by a strung bow

its arrow pierced me

my pain is more intense

closer to the wound.

I try to hold a smile

but the pain begs me to grimace

I don't fear how I'm dying

but I do not understand

why it is this

that killed me.

They shot me

purged me from their group

my strings to them

were cut.

They rejected me

and took their final revenge

so now I

spiral for them

seeking a final deathbed

on sandy ground.

I hit the ground.

Do I die now?

I feel it overtaking me...

Figures lift me up.

Two.

Ones I love.

Are they here to save me?

No.

They are not the ones,

though I certainly wish

they be.

A third runs with us

trying to keep pace

wanting to see my face.

I glance once more into

his eyes

familiar than all others are

until I collapse

into near-blackness.

I'm

shaken

awake before

I am completely lost.

New figures

ones I've

never met

have healed me.

They comfort me

befriend me

and keep me loved

but they don't

understand

the thick arrow

still lodged in my chest

I may very well

dance to death

once again.