for K....

BEWARE, the end is about to touch you
what you have in your hands
none shall be taken when you are finally taken
what you keep in the house shall dissolve like ice
all your secret stories revealed
all your hidden books open themselves like arms of the mad woman
all your accounts exposed
you are dirty, your are sick
and you are dying....

we are ready with the prayers for the dead
we have picked the best flowers for your coffin
we are not at all cruel
despite....

we are forgiving, we shall understand,
even death does not deserve you
much less
hell.

we shall shed no tears for you
it will serve no purpose.

we will not tell those who mourn for you
that you have done us evil.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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