Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is a “challenge you to write a poem that explores a small, defined space.” For A to Z Challenge the GoodRead’s Quote author has a name beginning with letter V. Im going two work in the Prompt from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Prompt from last week of a letter to death
It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.” ― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Such a tiny space I’ve ended in,
No satin lining, pillow, or light.
Shelved next to others kept,
Hear in this wall, directed,
The family not to pay for,
More than an urn,
But why, ask I,
Am I in,
You didn’t want me —
Reminding you, who I —
Used to be alive and whole.
That my ashes in an urn could,
Easily fall, ending up on the floor.
I’m wondering death, if you laugh at this?
If you comprehend my annoyance clear,
That my ashes weren’t scattered far —
Into the park, the Off-leash trails,
Or into the water,
To a place of peace.
No walls for me,
Take my remains,
Death, cast them —
But I knew you took,
All you needed of,
What was left of me.
And we’re no longer foes who are —
Bound to time; so you explain the whys,
Fill in the wherefores, gazing ahead soft.
Kingdom of light, love, facing the Heavens,
Death says this is the right place and —
I pray he isn’t wrong, for all —
Is revealed here in the —
House me Father built.
His mansion with —
Many rooms for —
Death you —
Have not your,
Death you have no sting,
And in eternity,
All questions are answered,
Tranquility comes knowing,
The reason for everything —
The cross on Calvery, God’s love divine.
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