Death of A Poet

On that very day, I died

Laying on the bed, him on top of me I died

I died a slow and painful death

Death of the body soul and spirit

Death of innocence

Death of the mind

Death of my glory, radiance

Death of my beauty, brilliance

I died the death of my shining light

Death of my goals dreams and aspiration

Death of  my words

Death of knowledge and wisdom

I am nothing but a living corpse

I see darkness, void, and thorns

My soul cries out for help

Buried deep in the earth

My body lifeless

My spirit lost

I died inside of me

The  words that I once spoke

With life lay dead  on the ground

The words that once brought joy

Exhumes sorrow and sadness.

Slowly, my thoughts leave me empty

Death consumes my everything

My actions no longer have meaning

I am within spirits and the supernatural

I died a slow and painful death.

p.s     you can listen to Lana Del Ray's  "Young and Beautiful" as you read.