Before Dying

 

Write,

                Write,

My heart tells me to

                                Write.

 

The sun is gone

But the sky is still

Tinged with light.

 

I wait for dark

To change my mood

And my heart still cries out

                                To write.

 

My face yet moist

From tearing eyes,

I struggle for the words

To understand the pain inside.

 

Write!

                Write!

                                My heart cries out!

 

Write to thine own eyes and ears

To remember the loneliness

And the tears

When the dark has come.

 

Your sleep will then be

Ever joyful.

 

 

B. Benjamin                                                                                         

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