Sonnet XV: Do Not Mark My Grave

29 Dec


Do not mark my grave with this polished stone,
dare not sing for me in mourned epitaph,
for I shall not be oblivion’s roan,
and shan’t in dark, cry, but in light, shall laugh;
Do not seal my fate with waned mortal worth,
for I shall speak to gods to gain favor,
and by their leave, stay on this pleasured earth,
for it has kept me well, as I savor;
dare not exhume this patch of earth for me,
’til I have truly breathed my final breath,
for when I have done all, and cease to be,
only then, shall I take the hand of Death;
let me stay in light, and remain undone,
for my life is kind, and close to the sun.

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Posted by on December 29, 2015 in My Poetry



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