Like a skull without flesh, muscle and eyes
I live like a scribe without history, ink and paper
My words caper in tragedy, loss and misfortune
Like a corpse, bloodless and spineless.
In darkness my fingers grasp, nothing.
Grasp again, emptiness,
Eyes I open; darkness.
I close I open, nothing but darkness
Like a man that seeks life yet owns it naught
That seeks riches yet leaves them when he dies
Life like air came into me at conception
Inhaled it hard at birth and cried from the joy of it
Embracing it; accepting it. Making it a part of me
But like a wing it will blow through me
And struggle I will, to suck it back again
Jerking as it will leave me dead. Lifeless
My muscles collapse, skin swells and bloats
Flesh sinks in, Eyes pop out, and veins disappear
Worms eat up, flesh decays bacteria feast and drink
Bones protrude; I change slowly from man to dust
Gone, by the wind that first blew into me
For it came back and blew out of me.
(Its my first attempt at poetry on the site, a few pointers are welcome. Thanks)