What Have I Left
Again, and again
Lips stained by death
Uttering words—dead, dying, gone forever
Incurably cast to eternal rest
Spoken in whispers
Words drenched in tears
Besieged within antiseptic walls
The grim shadow of Reaper again appears
Pandemonium unfettered
Unmasked villains cloaked in watery layers
An ominous choir
Dancing with ruthless, politicians and liars
A factitious malady
Once bound by walls of glass
Death’s sting unleashed
Fearlessly pilfering one’s breath last
Loved ones menaced
Peers devoured
Papered masks hiding hopeless lies
How many must die in our darkest hours
From bended knee
To a deadpan god I weep
Cowering behind the inequity of man
What you have sowed, you shall now reap
Fists clinched set before trembling lips
Eyes strained by everlasting mist
Spewing words not fit for a god
Questioning aloud, did you ever exist
God of mine, unveil the truth
Ere another dies
Lover, friend or innocent youth
Forbid dear Abba, that it be I
Sorrow in the Land of Desolation
Too often my lips stained by Death
Friends, family…and God now gone
Tell me please, what have I left?
Copyright © Jim Hirtle | Year Posted 2021
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