Tomorrow's Obituary Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tantalizing aroma of nighttime showers, alive with the freshness
of spring.

Lasting hours of remembrance, brewing in labyrinths of deepest
minds, broiling in iron, molds of tolerance and forebearance,
unwinged.

Sailing on rifts of broken friendships, non-awakening tunes
candle-light themselves into darkest lairs, dangerously unsafe
and away from human life.

Cast out, condemned to pyres of hell, no more to traverse this
mortal life or seek it's fill.

There is no more to be gained, frozen in time, sandwiched
beneath all that is evil in nature and ugly in mankind.

Striving for sanity in this world, but there doesn't seem to
be any, everyone has piled onto the wagon of insanity, leaving
behind all that once was beautiful.

Now there is nothing left to see or feel or touch, for reality
has lost itself in deep ravines buried beneath the earth.

Sadly running out on everything I once knew, blaming no one
for my faults or sins, carrying on, knowing that inside I am
already dead.

Remorse fills me with dread and hopeless sorrow, I can no
longer hold on for a brighter tomorrow, the death of me has
already been completed.

An obituary can now be read and rejoiced over for I will be
gone by tomorrow.