Jude Uchella
 Jude Uchella

 

Death is my enemy

Life is my foe

I despise both

they won’t let me go.

 

I dream daily

of inner peace

and eternal sleep

but get a flirting kiss.

 

The cast of my past

‘sembles many nights

a plethora of vices

ample to kill my rights.

 

Yet I am free

but bound by

the critic inside

and daily I die.

 

Each morn I see

glowers still

each night

spurs to kill.

 

I can stop my breath

with pinched nostrils

I can go no farther

for a force repels.

 

So I live on

a dead man…

 

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