Tis the Season

Tis the Season

I prayed for mercy to be placed upon my soul
As I placed you into your last chokehold
Pressure applied and you were losing breath
Your lungs were gasping for something fresh

Tis the season for the lies to come to an end

As your lips turned a duller shade of blue
Our eyes locked and you realized that it was true
When I said that you would die a frightening death
On the day you decided to put my patience to the test

Tis the season to weep for another friend 

Your body cooled down as you prepared to depart
My hands relaxed and I reached to check your heart
The beat was slow, faint and barely coming through
The day of the dead was here and coming just for you

Tis the season to say good-bye again.

This poem can be found in my second book “SILENT SCREAMS”