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STARDATE 3.7.2011: IT ANOTHER YEAR AND I HAVE ANOTHER POEM...LOOK SEE...

I CANNOT TALK OF DEATH AGAIN

by

Stuart Marshall

I shall not talk of death again

I will not speak of the end of things, my life

the end of things, I won't

I will not let time slip away

to some other place so far away

so distant

so final

so permanent, for

I have not done

I need to do

I need to do

what needs to do

what needs to be done

before I'm through

I shall not talk of end again

or loss or past or gone again

for beyond is the beginning again

a start I've yet to start again a smile

I've never smiled before a thought

sought found, fought

 into reality from dream so

hard it seems, so

hard to walk again, so hard to

se the vision, so clearly it hurts --- the brightness so

the heightness so the tightness so

within my chest does grow

my lips and tongue forget to speak

the tears fall to break---a crystal sound

trapped within and rightly bound

the fear tucked so beneath its sheet

warm and comfortable my feet

afraid to walk that distant street

remembering . . .

I cannot seek that death again

I cannot find what found it was

to find that lost and shattered soul

walk until near death of cold

the thought the breeze, the close to freeze

 the hunger pains down to my knees

the muscles ache and lungs do wheeze

the chill of bone, the constant sneeze

I shall not speak of death again

or close to it or in my reach, grasp

for the task has not been done 

I have met that obstacle

the dance I cannot dance

stumble fall again

against a wall I cannot see

a wall that cannot, cannot be

that will not, not set me free me

yet on I must and trust the Law

both strong and just to keep me strong

just one more time

just one more step

just one more day

just one more

more . . . (c) 2011, stuart marshall