To Death(An Ode) - Poem by Peya Jakob
Dreams haunt a future that lies fallow,
and memories cloud a heart that dies hollow,
a life that despairs into tommorow,
beckons from the grave, and inscribes the words that follow.
I am the dancer whose feet are still and can never dance,
the poet whose hand is frozen and will never puzzle the world with imaginary romance.
The lovers that no longer kiss, and the hands that no longer hold.
Friendships and love, like life move to death, then young but now old.
Eyes that no longer see, frozen into a meaningless glance,
hearts that no longer beat, long gone their chance.
I have watched him take away beauty before,
and now he has knocked upon my door,
and i pay the biggest tribute of all.
We died there as one,
life unlived, our tomorrow undone.
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