Whither Away By Jasen Sousa
Whither Away
Frozen in time while I impose the rhyme,
I’ve chosen to dine with the dead,
finally closing my mind.
Leaves blow blustery around my body’s frame,
please trust in my name,
rust covers the man who was slain.
The night sky is gloomy,
no longer does it consume me,
wondering when I might die?
The inalienable right to say goodbye as
I let out a light cry.
I pray the God’s protect me
and inject me with afterlife,
for me there is no other destiny,
look how little there is left of me!
Nothing left but bones,
nothing left that I own,
stillness, silence, moans,
sleeping on a tombstone
being eaten away by crows,
skeleton covered by clothes,
in each hand, a pen and a rose.
Times are tragic, a man made of magic,
mental perception of a picture
that couldn’t be more graphic.
Snakes and worms cover my corpse,
they slither where I lay,
overhead the sky is bitter and gray,
death is delivered on this day,
I begin to whither away.
Taken From
Selected Poems of Jasen Sousa
17-24
©
Comprised of works from:
Life, Weather (First Collection of Poems Written At Age 17) (Not In College)
A Thought and A Tear for Every Day of The Year: A Poetic Diary (Written Between ages 18-19) (Stint at Suffolk University)
Close Your Eyes and Dream With Me (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
Almost Forever (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
A Mosaic of My Mind (Written at Age 24) (Beginning Emerson College)
Frozen in time while I impose the rhyme,
I’ve chosen to dine with the dead,
finally closing my mind.
Leaves blow blustery around my body’s frame,
please trust in my name,
rust covers the man who was slain.
The night sky is gloomy,
no longer does it consume me,
wondering when I might die?
The inalienable right to say goodbye as
I let out a light cry.
I pray the God’s protect me
and inject me with afterlife,
for me there is no other destiny,
look how little there is left of me!
Nothing left but bones,
nothing left that I own,
stillness, silence, moans,
sleeping on a tombstone
being eaten away by crows,
skeleton covered by clothes,
in each hand, a pen and a rose.
Times are tragic, a man made of magic,
mental perception of a picture
that couldn’t be more graphic.
Snakes and worms cover my corpse,
they slither where I lay,
overhead the sky is bitter and gray,
death is delivered on this day,
I begin to whither away.
Taken From
Selected Poems of Jasen Sousa
17-24
©
Comprised of works from:
Life, Weather (First Collection of Poems Written At Age 17) (Not In College)
A Thought and A Tear for Every Day of The Year: A Poetic Diary (Written Between ages 18-19) (Stint at Suffolk University)
Close Your Eyes and Dream With Me (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
Almost Forever (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
A Mosaic of My Mind (Written at Age 24) (Beginning Emerson College)