When someone dies young
The mystery of your own
Good luck finds a voice.
Your
life thrives above
The
souls of the fallen.
When someone dies young
Mocking
their existence,
With
your effervescent life,
Dooms
you like a
Doctor
to malpractice.
Time
will inevitably take its course,
And
your life would
Become
like a floor board,
Creaking
loose from its place.
When someone dies young
You
are framed like a portrait,
By
the forces unknown.
Your
essence is captured and sealed away.
Life
is nothing but an afterthought now.
What an evocative poem, Eriq. The last two lines are especially compelling: "Your essence is captured and sealed away. Life is nothing but an afterthought now."
ReplyDeleteI thought this was really beautiful and truthful. You emotions really come through.
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