Flavors Of Death Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Floating above still pictures of the ocean as waves
continue to rise and fall with the elation of all
emotions being stirred from within.

Completely obliterating echoes from sadness and yet
they are standing still on the edge of night, no way
to gather sleep in their vibrant avenues of thought.

Soaked, sated with effervescent flavors of death that
have never left this poet, silently living both in the
here and now while existing in the firm grasp of death.

There dying has led me more than once, standing here
patiently, doing what needs to be done to finish my
purpose on earth, then I will be gladly led away once
again.