Death Is Yet Come For Me Poem by Michael L.

death is yet come for me
long years left, much for me to see
like the trees, i grow, roots deep in reality
feed the blossoms in my dreams
happily, i embrace my empty place
but i wont go there
theres no air
where the shadows are too deep to bear
its too honest, the darkness
the retribution of the heartless
and my epiphany
ill visit when im stronger in spirit
nearest i get is midnight and shadowtimes
the echoes of the loneliness thats mine
so strangely beautiful
not so much cruel as misunderstood
but when those shadows dance
nothing is more wonderous
nothing more majestic or magical
as the heartfire and rapture that captures and exalts my soul