I was sopposed to emulate Emily Dickenson for a school assignment. This is my best try.
A person dies Three times
Once- when madness engulfs the mind
Slithering in slowly - Suffocating
Changing the self paradigm
Twice_ when the body fails
Venom surges through veins –Gnawing
Skin taunt over bone; a Stark canvas
Kept animated by pain
The final time- memories are forgotten in the mind
Loved ones freed from -Longing
Scrubbed away by the hands of time
Time the dead ones been denied
This poem is in loving memory of Tom who died January second 2011.
I know he will never die a final time.
