Sunday, 1 May 2022

imagine that

 imagine that 


just imagine the horror of dying 

with that one last thought unsaid 

the inability to pass it on 

from your final breath’s dearth bed

and to know it is real beauty

to have perceived the final truth

that all is as you thought it was

way back when you were a youth

and to prise not that jaw to open 

or that tongue torque tide in morgue

as in fading eyes the sorrow dies 

hope in the truth gem dies

imagination 

dies

as the grievers leave their solemn duty

of waiting upon last breaths

the question remains unanswered

for death has died its death

imagine that 


it’s true

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