Poem -

~ My Time To Die ~

I wish to sleep, a long dark sleep
Where there has never been
Such a silence, devoid of violence
Haunted by my ever sin
Oh great creator, what is my natu
re
So depraved and deathly forlorn
That haunts my ugly sleep
Where I fight to keep
The baby smell
With which I was born...

I need to dream, a most decrepit dream
In death's most mystical rest
Whose sinful fall, has divided us all
Into this troubled trespass

Where man's duality 
Is woven into the seams
And sex injected into its twist
Where innate ideas on procreation
Pains my selfish aching,
And my bid for God's congress,
Bleeds

I wish to become the light and shine 
On the other side, where life becomes the dream
Where blood is quantum love
And thoughts cherubic doves
Where nothing is as it seems
Where we are understanding
And God does all the planning
So I can finally find a healing sleep
Filled with blissfulness
Devoid of painfulness
Where all is precisely as it should be
With no need to cry,
I close my eyes,
And carefully,
Wrap myself up
Inside,
My time to die..

Tony Taylor
2025

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Bernadete van d...

Exceptional and cerebral. It really is, Tony.
And " ...has divided us all
Into this troubled trespass
Where man's duality 
Is woven into the seams"
is one of my favourite lines. A well rounded & beautifully written piece
of poetry.   Bernadete
 

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Tony Taylor

Thanks so much Bernadette 
Always a pleasure to hear from you dear poet sister....I see how far you've come.... never stop writing.....T 🤓

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