Mark R Slaughter


Death in Reflection


Am I you
And are you me –
So each other we can see?

And do you think the way I do –
Feel the pain I’m going through?

Mull on thoughts the same as I –
Wonder why you always cry?

See me shriveled with disease –
Shrinking down on crumpled knees?

Look away from sight of age –
Reading now the final page?

Study you those darkened eyes –
Portentous now of close demise?

Smitten so to say farewell –
For us together in death excel?


Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009










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Submitted: Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Edited: Sunday, May 08, 2011

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