*Illustration reference:
“Cupid and the Grim Reaper”
by Gustave Dore
Like a sky that’s free of birds
This heart has emptied of its words
Left in its place is pulsing sorrow
For time we thought was ours to borrow
Has now run out, no resurrection
Not even time for dazed reflection
Just “ifs” and “whys” and “woe is me”
Accept them, yes. Begrudgingly
But would The Devil offer deal
With all the things, to me, appeal
I’d sign my life in sacrifice
And hope my poor soul might suffice
I’d trade it all for one more day
So able I might be to say
All outpourings I’ve left unsaid
For plaintive is this life I’ve led
And hope I still can be forgiven
To be the one that goes on living…
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