So for the last few days I can’t seem to stop writing sonnets. As I’d already scheduled today as being this month’s designated poem day I thought I would share one of my recent creations with you. Normally I hold on to them for a long time before I post them here.
Death Has Come to Hold My Hand
The Lord of Death has come to hold my hand,
and I think, consequences be damned.
For though I know the coolness of his touch,
will inevitably cost me much,
Dancing, I laugh, I smile, I flirt and flounce,
For I cannot stop how my steps now bounce,
And though in the past I’ve called him to me,
to free me from my pain and misery,
to cut these mortal ties to life that bind,
It’s not that something in me wants to die,
But that I long for something else, a place,
of love, a place, where I am embraced,
skeletal fingers, the power of Death,
A moment of beauty in my last breath.
B. Forrester 