A Poem Of My Death

Poem By Russ von Ohlhausen

Mouths do honor these lips grown cold, fall
On the deaf the words not told.
While among living, dare none so bold,
Broken hearts, no silence said.
O’ Wait to share, now that I am dead.

Stale breath fades and soul does mend, where
Peace has beginning, and pain an end.
Slumber wakens to become my friend.
Heartbeat lost but not my sight, to
Which is day and which is night.

Sickle swung, I’ve done my time,
Paid my toll, the bell does chime.
My hour passed, in the grave I climb,
Depart ill souls for now I am free
This final gift, life’s shared with me.

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