Of Death I Wonder

-Sorry It has been a while, midterms and school work have slowed me down. Hope you like this poem!-

Life grips at my wounded youth,

tearing me back and forth.

My soul treading lightly

at the precipice of heaven.

Subject to the wiles of Death.

Death carries me, like a

New mother and I her babe,

Home to heights before unreachable,

Unattainable by man alone.

Birds chitter their soft chirps.

My guides, my sentinels.

Their music a melody

to wandering ears.

I loved life,

Now I wonder.

What is greater?

Death drops my weary body.

I tumble down the trodden path.

Back to life and reality,

With Men tugging at me.

Wrenching me back.

My shirt is ripped,

Torn asunder,

I simply sag

unable to lift myself.

I am alive, but

Picturing what was ahead

Upon the path of death.

I am aware now and back.

I see Black.

A bag too little to be needed.

I cry, reaching for him.

He is gone.

My son.

He’s carried up

the same path

with birds and

wonderful melodies.

I know my ‘little one’ found

His home,

farther than I traveled.

I must wait to know,

but in my heart I already do.