Death

 Death

It's been two days now, since I have been searching for you, oh Death;
I have asked everyone around, but no one seems to know the direction you went;
Oh Death! Where could you possibly be hiding?
Why have you left me in such heartache, whining?
I went to the poison store in search of you, but it was too rowdy
And the smell of the concoction there, made my brain too cloudy
Oh Death, how do you manage to sell your mixtures to these loners-:
And why should I even be among their mourners - :

Oh Death, where are you? When I saw you at the bathtub in a bloody feast¡
Water flowing, the shining razor pressed hard on your victim's wrist¡
Then you told me not to fear, that it was painless¿
But when I held the penknife against my wrist, it felt easy and pointless¿
The warm water went cold, and all I heard was the tap dripping**
Waking memories of her and the world we didn't know was skipping **
Breaking up the love we both shared when we took those vows~
Promises we made to stick together, and I remembered her beautiful blouse~
 
Oh Death please where are you? For I am staring right at the noose
Hoping you will come for me and then try to cut me loose
Should I stick my head through this knotted rope
Wondering if truly you can bring me peace as my last hope
Yet you are far from me, and my fear is mixed with grief
Thinking out loud to myself, of what use it is if my life is made brief
On account of love that is not equally returned as it is given¶
Oh Death, what will be my excuse when I get to the doors of heaven ¶

Eggy Jonson

Lome, Togo 

7/1/2022 

21:51pm

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