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For Mike. Godspeed.
A chapter in the book Dedicated to Mike
On Death
by Heather Knight
Sometimes
you are like a kick in the gut.
You're never welcome,
and anyway,
who do you think you are?
Who's given you the right
to snatch away
a child,
a parent,
a virtuous life?
I still rant,
I'm mad at you
You shouldn't have.
I know we all were given
our allotted time.
Still, it feels unfair.
Why do you steal our dreams,
our plans, our futures?
You owe me
at least
an explanation,
Please, grant me that.
I feel your icy hand on my shoulder,
your putrid breath in my ear.
'Do not ask.'
But you won't silence me.
I'll never stop believing,
I won't blame God
for what you do.
You are to blame,
You, ghastly presence.
Stay away from those I love.
Don't come near them
Till their hair is white
Their skin wrinkled
And their souls
At peace.
Sometimes
you are like a kick in the gut.
You're never welcome,
and anyway,
who do you think you are?
Who's given you the right
to snatch away
a child,
a parent,
a virtuous life?
I still rant,
I'm mad at you
You shouldn't have.
I know we all were given
our allotted time.
Still, it feels unfair.
Why do you steal our dreams,
our plans, our futures?
You owe me
at least
an explanation,
Please, grant me that.
I feel your icy hand on my shoulder,
your putrid breath in my ear.
'Do not ask.'
But you won't silence me.
I'll never stop believing,
I won't blame God
for what you do.
You are to blame,
You, ghastly presence.
Stay away from those I love.
Don't come near them
Till their hair is white
Their skin wrinkled
And their souls
At peace.
you are like a kick in the gut.
You're never welcome,
and anyway,
who do you think you are?
Who's given you the right
to snatch away
a child,
a parent,
a virtuous life?
I still rant,
I'm mad at you
You shouldn't have.
I know we all were given
our allotted time.
Still, it feels unfair.
Why do you steal our dreams,
our plans, our futures?
You owe me
at least
an explanation,
Please, grant me that.
I feel your icy hand on my shoulder,
your putrid breath in my ear.
'Do not ask.'
But you won't silence me.
I'll never stop believing,
I won't blame God
for what you do.
You are to blame,
You, ghastly presence.
Stay away from those I love.
Don't come near them
Till their hair is white
Their skin wrinkled
And their souls
At peace.
I've already posted this poem. You don't need to review it. I just wanted to add it to the book of tributes that other Fanstorians are writing for Mike.
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