Death has come - <br />Tho' He rises not <br />In calm; <br />Nor calls He for any angel <br />For to grant my closing mind <br />Repose upon a breast-pair - my last illusion <br />Out of life and into death unspent - <br /> <br />Coupled with delusions - <br />Tho' none deprived of wish <br />Or want - my luckless <br />World of love and fairer flesh - <br />In all colours cast - <br />Drove to live in brain <br />And wonderment upon the screen - <br /> <br />Therein lay my way - <br />To watch alone the others' play <br />In search across their dermal plains; <br /> <br />But now prostrate beneath a shadow <br />Of the ne'er-to-be's, <br />I'm yours - <br />Yours who never was for woman - <br />Never serving purpose <br />‘Till the day when blood runs tepid <br />To the toll; <br /> <br />And as I fade upon <br />The unrelenting drones <br />Of Death, <br />He shapeth me <br />To squally storm <br />And nervy cloud <br />To be no more - <br />And ne'er avowed! <br /> <br />Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012<br /><br />Mark R Slaughter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-i-fade/
