I’ll pass away in winter frost
I’ll pass away in winter frost.
You’ll never see my lonely coffin.
And many things that cheaper cost
Will get to most ever longing.
You’ll never know how many things
You’ve missed to do when I was there:
To touch my essence, breathe my breath…
You were too far, you were aware.
So I bequeath my small bequest,
But you are frightened, you just stare.
You are besotted, I’m weak,
I’m sick. I’m dying. Soul is bare.
- Ann Golubeva's blog
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This poem have a deep and painful soul...
This poem hit me really hard and that what I believe what a poem can do; this poem really fullfill that. It sad though, to me I feel like I'm in a position that I have fortell a death; no matter what I did - all I did was just stare at it and can't prevented.
Eventhough it is in 2nd person point of view, it feel like you are talking about yourself! How you know what is going to happen to you, but you can't prevent it from happening. This probably is not your intension, but that is what spoke to me.
Also Great Job!!