"Into The Nothing"
Enough of this
the sunlight is gone now
though it is still only midday
the blood runs cold
coughing, reeling, spitting
uttering blasphemy
to the unseen Power
as pain rises from the depths
of my wretched bones
I reach out for your hand
as you lay face down on the ground
with life's unseamly grasp slowly
slipping away
as the sirens blare
off in the distance
the smoking gun
parched lips split apart
in a wide toothed grin
anticipating the encircling vultures overhead
into the abyss where beautiful despair
shall wait like an old lover nevermore scorned.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
