with final beats of my heart
I call you all to enjoy me
for no longer more
it seems to be
the fasting time
feast on my marrow
like there is no tomorrow
just don't make me rot in here.
and when the last supper ends
go someplace else
die for what I care
you had your cake
now I'm just a history
living in your memory
no tomorrow nor yesterday
always dying on my final day
YOU ARE READING
A Dimming Mind
PoetryA preview of a few poems from A Dimming Mind poetry collection. - I've pondered various ways to describe this book, but none felt right. It's not your conventional book-it's a collection of memories, my memories gathered over the years. The first po...
