When They Finally Burn Me

When they finally burn me
I’d have died a thousand deaths

When they finally burn me
I’d have died a thousand deaths but not lived lives enough


And yet every time I died; I’d tell myself this would be the last of them
And yet when the epilogue knocks the door, I’d tell myself this too would be an erstwhile lost in time


Flesh and bones smoked off a burning cigarette right to the ashes



When they finally burn me
I’d have died a thousand deaths
When they finally burn me
I’d have failed at life


The dead would mourn the death somewhat like the poet mourns the poetry