Prose - A Friend Faces The End
This is not about me... For some reason all I can hear in my head is a sitar and tambura drone.
I lay on a bed of nails
As existence becomes all too real
I feel the coals under my feet
As pretense will no longer conceal
Is this dying?
Is this dying?
I see no light in my mind
As my time fate does steal
I no longer recognize hope
Is there any reason to kneel?
Were they lying?
Were they lying?
I feel the dread inside my head
Is there something to reveal?
My tears no longer care
They’ve given up their appeal
I’m not crying
I’m not crying
I can no longer live this way
There is no reason to heal
Let me die and make my peace
I will eat his body for my last meal
Is it a blessing?
Is it a blessing?
I never lived until I died
And now God breaks the seal
It’s time to read the scroll
He reminds me of the deal
Will he be denying?
Will he be denying?
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