Death, I Say To You: Know You Are Beaten (English sonnet)

by Ben Pickard   Aug 22, 2018

My ghost already walks these lonely halls,
Its body lost amidst the hurt and pain,
But though it views the world as bleak and cruel,
I know its life and love will rise again.
Amongst the dusky leaves, the shoots are green
And will, in time, supplant the ones before;
We must lament the canopy that's been
But know the grains of sand make up the shore.
When I am gone, remember only this:
Our love is strong and even now survives.
Within your womb, you bloomed eternal bliss
And they have roots that grow and reach and thrive.
I do not beg for Death, nor crave his scythe,
But I have beaten death with three more lives.


Ben Pickard 2018


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