Dying - A Poem

 

DYING

The world be damned!

I'm tired of trying

To make it as I am,

I'm sick of crying

Over these stupid money jams.

My soul is dying –

There's no time for me to waste

And yet it's a-wasting,

I've lost my sense of taste

Because of the bland food I've been tasting.

My heart is no longer chaste

It longs for more than love's embracing.

I am jaded by the miseries

Broken by the humiliations,

Frozen by the cold memories

Of my faith's annihilation.

Why was I too busy to see

That life is more than obeying my relations?

I should have run for cover

I should have flown away,

But I let the vultures hover

Picking at me a little more each day.

Until even my blue-eyed lover

Could find nothing left of me to save.

Withering now my body waits

For the end, while my soul resists.

Fighting weakly against the Fates

Breaking through each morning with throbbing fists,

But I know it's only my hate

That keeps me from the angels' lists.

And who wants to live on anger?

Who wants to thrive on pain?

No lust for life, no excitement, no danger,

Everyone thinking I'm quite insane.

Even the Child in the manger

Can't lift me to a higher plane.