Dying But Not Poetry
My heart is vanishing
My heart is decreasing
My nights are filled with emptiness
Aching for some words beside me
In a dark world of loneliness
With one touch I will be happy
But the words have gone away
And my lone heart fades away
My heart is dying
Heart disappearing
I remembered when there was darkness words brought light
I remembered when there was sadness words bought joy
I remembered when words gave me such strength and might
I remembered all the times words made me enjoy
But now my words have dwindled
Words gone and it has shrivelled
My heart will wither
Bleach or discolour
Die away with a sense of neglect
My heart time will languish
Grow dim like sunlight of a sunset
My heart time will perish
All I ever hoped for seemed lost
I will try not to show remorse
But my words will live
Will let my heart breathe
Time cannot erase my words
Even if I go to the ground
Even if I am on heaven’s roads
You’ll still hear my poetic sound
For every man will die under God’s law
But poetry will live on, forever