Death awaits, like an outstretched arm
the living corpse that roams the streets.
Crawling, creeping, choking, screaming,
draining the memories –
the only remainders of a life once lived.
Infancy, strangled like a fetus
dangling from an aborted thought.
Childhood, forgotten in the
hysteria that cripples the mind.
Youth, drowned in the salty-sweet
cocktail of prolonged misery.
Adulthood, lost in the perils
of responsibility and the mundane.
Old age, wasted reliving the tragedies
of a life too short.
And now, in the tomb,
the rotting hand of a wretched existence
claws the casket of suppression,
yearning for just one more chance.