Four Death Poems by Teresita Blanco

Cremation 

by Teresita Blanco

Thinking about

The coming furnace,

My hands tremble,

These legs cannot hold me, carry me.

My Back is bent.

My eyes sunken.

This is my last song.

This tremulous voice

Will sound no more, no more.

Drowning Fate

by Teresita Blanco

The sinful tomorrow

Fills me with horror.

I cannot escape

This binding fate.

Currents recurrent,

The same waters

Grow colder, older.

I tried to reach the shore,

The place I was before.

I lost my hold,

Down I go, go.

End this lethargy 

by Teresita Blanco

This lethargy

Brings me only agony.

I cannot rise,

This sinful world is no surprise.

My gaze is dimmed

By this red fog,

I cannot see

Beyond this furnace.

My endurance

Has all but left me,

Only with my failing breath.

I am tired of hiding.

I am tired of being.

Let the fire fill me with ire.

Let it harden this corpse with desire. 

This lethargy,

Knows no fitting end.

Now it’s my turn to repent.

For the life I led.

It eludes me,

It escapes me.

I cannot see

Past this furnace.

Hear it burning,

Feel it turning.

Let this fire fill me with ire.

Let it harden this corpse with desire. 

Let it burn my agony.

Destroy this lethargy!

Death

by Teresita Blanco

 

Your cold embrace

Beckons me to disgrace.

Feel the warm blood flow,

Beneath your lunar glow.

The sight is tainted.

The end is fated.

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