Lying. . . Stuck in my Grave | Short Poem No. 109

lying. . . stuck in my grace
Photo by Jakub Sofranko on Unsplash

So. . . Here I am. . . Lying. . . Stuck in my grave.
But who I fell with appears to have left.
I guess strong ambitions can’t always save.
They leave you forsaken, reeking of death.

Ironic, it’s the eve of Halloween
And it’s the hour I realize I’m dead.
A pumpkin spice latte, so unforeseen,
would be the last supper before my bed.

I have dark humor to jeer at myself.
But. . . it stings. . . to be abandoned by love.
It’s one thing to lose your health. . . or your wealth.
But you left me. . . no reason. . . no motive. . .

But I remember, once what I have read.
That Jesus can bring back to life the dead.

I Heard You Scream and Yell

© Jonathan Pines and WritingWithStrangers, 2019, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

The Stage of My Life | Sonnet Remix No. 21

This is the stage of my life – here and now.
But you are the star of my performance.
I have to engage but I don’t know how.
Yet your blood in my veins feels enormous.

Your breathe gives new life to my dead spirit.
It pulls me up to face this hurricane.
My vision’s changed; I no longer fear it –
The thought of being consumed by the pain.

When the storms come, I feel a holy wrath.
A determination to stand for You.
I’ll flatten anything blocking my path.
I’m ready to take on what will ensue.

But sweat runs heavy, adrenaline fades.
And I’m pulled down by relentless burdens.
I just don’t want to do this anymore
if I was honest and just told the truth.

It’s not easy to walk this road I choose.
But when I’ve already won, I won’t lose.

© Joey Blue and thepoetryaboutus.com/writingwithstrangers, 2019, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.