no true surrender…

chose to die at home
holding a lifelong dreamer
just for one last time

 

 

no bad mood…

when death
is
upon
your breath
with
its bitter taste
lingering
throughout the day
some
will say
your
mood
has changed
though you know
it
has not
it’s just
the scent
of
death
a scent
they do not know
but
one day
they’ll
recall
and understand
when
death
is upon
their
breath

overrated…

dying alone
ain’t
as bad
as
some folks
might
have you believe
ain’t nobody
crying
while
you’re lying there
and
no one
offering up
useless prayers
to
relieve their guilt
by
requesting
from
some divine being
time
more time
than
the time
they offered
to
you
before
this well-timed departure
from
life
hell
with all these pills
they’ve been giving
me
can’t
concentrate
on
what they’re saying
anyway
they’re
just
part
of death’s
final dream
that
dream
where
the borders
of
life
and
death
meet

 

melting snow and earth…

digital decoupage cwmartin 2012

aunt bea
was standing
at her husband’s
grave site
someone
she
didn’t
talk about much
she said
i do not
want to live
so long
as to make
my existence
null
and
void
i would like
to go
or
as folks are prone
to say
pass on
before the windows
of my mind close
if there is
a god
that would be
kind
of him
or
her