death before our time

<p>'death before our time'</p> <p><br></p> <p>i never wished to bury you</p> <p>not even as i sang your funeral hymn</p> <p>it became all too apparent</p> <p>that you needed out of your misery</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>a mercy killing&nbsp;</p> <p>the humane thing to do</p> <p>though i questioned my judgment</p> <p>as dirt filled your throat.</p> <p><br></p> <p>i wanted you forever;</p> <p>still do—your ghost provides comfort &nbsp;</p> <p>on days i am lost and the grace</p> <p>of your soft touch still lingers</p> <p>atop my skin.</p> <p><br></p> <p>all i have left</p> <p>this mound of dirt i have dug;&nbsp;</p> <p>your voice fills these death chambers—</p> <p>a reminder of things once&nbsp;</p> <p>good.&nbsp;</p> <p><br></p> <p>#barflypoet</p> <p>#josephapinto</p> <p>www.josephpinto.com&nbsp;</p> <p>© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.</p> <p>*</p> <p>Poetry served to you raw and unedited from the moment crafted;</p> <p>all poetry is older work and chosen at random unless otherwise noted.</p> <p>*</p> <p>‘Scotch and Scars’ and ‘A Distilled Spirit’ in paperback and Kindle ebook at Amazon.</p>