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April 15, 2024

Death

By Charles Cicirella

Death

Fire washes over me like tears
I feel sad, but don't want to cry in front of my doppelganger
Life's like that one second you have nothing and the next you have three pair

I remember the first time I walked out on the breakwall
Nothing on either side and I ended up crawling like a little bitch
I'd like to think I'm stronger now, but nothing could be further from the truth

I'm a savings account that pays no interest
It's nothing I'm proud of, but even a dog has its dog days
I looked at the ladder of success and decided that wasn't for me

Biblical shit is happening all around us and we're too stupid to see the signs and act accordingly
Even a little piece of cloth on our face is too much to ask because some people believe ignorance and liberty are one and the same
Seeing compromise as weakness only weakens our resolve to be free

I remember each and every unrequited love I foolishly believed I cared for
Thankfully the poetry kept me company and taught me that one person's boundaries are another person's poppy field
I need to smoke some weed soon because straight reality with no chaser isn't working for me

I have no clue if dying is hard nor do I remember what my birth was like, but one thing I'm certain of whatever is next I'll accept like two rounds to the chest
Stop over thinking everything because that's just another shovel digging you deeper into the unapologetic ground
Pull on your boots and remember when entering the fray that you've done this a million times before and you're getting good at living up to your end of the bargain for a change.






Article © Charles Cicirella. All rights reserved.
Published on 2021-01-18
Image(s) © Sand Pilarski. All rights reserved.
1 Reader Comments
Charles Cicirella
02/22/2021
04:50:23 PM
Searing image. Thank you!
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