Daily, I Die Alone

You’re gone
I always knew…
You’d leave
But, so soon
From my table
From my life of weary fable

And I am left to this petulance
My fear renewed in the lonely darkness
Of alone, and silence
Dead, and dewdrops
And the moon fickle and evanescent

I am chained and challenged to a poets license
Singular and solitary
Self-confinement
It’s not a choice for me, I’m afraid
But a lonesome measured climate
Borne
To which I acclimate

There is no one here
Where are you?
But I suppose that doesn’t matter now, my dear
I’ve seen the smile in you
I know from even this distance your delight
At what has finally found you

Don’t hate me…
Please just don’t hate me
For I wish you to find me
Misery wants his company
And sorely, I miss you
Again though I find
Today there is no relief in my pestilent mind
And you are safe…
For today, safe

I remain alone…
Cold, numbed by it
You are warm and you are sheltered
Protected from my fate
Joy is in your eyes
It finds your heart
There is no escape

You come no longer to linger where I tarry
Where I wait for death to find me
In my state constant in loss, forever weary
Making madness merry
A chilling
All to common, noxious beguiling laughter
It resonates from my fated chest

Oh, such ill omen!
A dying man’s final request
Over and over and over
As the vultures find my watery rest
To free the bloody flesh from bone
As I die daily
Daily,
I die alone