Losing Myself Into My Imaginary Epitaph

a poem directed to my awaiting of love

Losing Myself Into My Imaginary Epitaph



Depressed isn`t just a word to me
It's the very life I live
You can ask me why I look up
But I'll say "why look up?"

Lying across an operation table
Am i dead?
Tell me this, do I look this sad to you?
I'm waiting for a heartbeat
After I flat-lined this morning
If I thought about this,
I would find
There never was a moment
Where I was alive

Am I the corpse in the subtle coffin?
Or the tombstone no one cares to look at?
I lined my sweet resting place
With the best of satin
Hoping I wouldn`t have to stay there
Was my death caused by a prolonged need of love
Or was there ever a time when I was living?

All that I want from you
Is you
If you hold me tight,
Kiss me with your eloquent lips,
And pray to God I'll make it through
I will come back to you
But for now
All I can think about
Is you and the death I have succumb to,
The agonizing pain of this wait