I’m dead to living a lie
Being on standby
Watching my dreams drive by
So you can fly
I’m dead to being less of me
Giving my best to thee
Because I chose not to be
What I know to be
I’m dead to skirting my words
Easing your burden
Forgetting I’m flirtin’
With Kamikaze’s sword
Your words won’t frame
For they don’t contain
My real me
Seeping out from my enemy
I refuse that part
Of this destructive story
That seeks to make me a victim
And a martyr
Dead is lifeless
Dead is hopeless
No use in speaking with a dummy
I just don’t have the tummy
No light in sight
No song to be sung
Here we end
At the Reaper’s bend
I’m looking at you
You’re looking at me
Without words spoken
With nothing exchanged
Adieu
Without anything due
The only echo heard is the scripture read
‘Let the dead bury the dead’
© Cecilia Myles 2019