JEREMIAD: "THIS IS HOW I DIED" BY POET THE MIRROR

In Shadows Where I Weep  

A moment of silence, if you please,  

For I linger in shadows, lost in this freeze.  

A week since they laid me beneath the earth’s sigh,  

Yet here in the darkness, my spirit won't die.  

  

If sorrow could speak, oh the tales it would spin,  

Of moments I cherished, now wrapped up in sin.  

That haunting night, under stars so aglow,  

I returned home late, unaware of the blow.  

  

The whispers had warned me, the doctors had known,  

A death on the horizon, my fate carved in stone.  

Still, I fought through the darkness; I wore a brave face,  

Unknowing the hour of my ultimate disgrace.  

  

She danced in the twilight, a tempest of pain,  

Forgot to secure our heart’s fragile chain.  

I walked through the corridor, into our shared space,  

To surprise her with love, a smile on my face.  

  

But fate had a twist, a cruel little jest,  

As I reached for the door, my heart sank in my chest.  

A sound so forbidding, it wrapped 'round my mind,  

I peeped through the keyhole, and saw what was blind.  

  

There in our haven, my heart shattered raw,  

My wife with another, igniting my law.  

A storm surged within me, my love turned to ire,  

The knife in the kitchen ignited a fire.  

  

I rushed through the doorway, my heart froze in fear,  

A dim dance of shadows, a dagger so near.  

But he turned with a grasp that stole all my breath,  

I fell to the silence, entwined in my death.  

  

Days passed like whispers, yet none knew the truth,  

Postmortem reports spoke of cancer, uncouth.  

How I wish my tears could scream through t he night,  

To tell of the pain, of the loss of my light.  

  

Each night I am buried, six feet under dirt,  

While she lies in his arms, my heart forever hurt.  

Her laughter and sighs weave a tapestry tight,  

I witness their joy, as I drown in the night.  

  

I died in the chaos, love twisted in vain,  

Resting in silence, a prison of pain.  

To love, then to lose, oh, the cost it reveals,  

In shadows where I weep, my soul truly feels.  

  

© POET THE MIRROR 

- Kenya

The poet persona is sad over losing his wife. The speaker leaves his wife to death from a sickness, cancer. The bard remembers all the great moments with his woman and gets drunk in the pain of loss.