At first i thought i was abandoned
left out by the music, the rhythm of poetry
profoundly robbed and left stranded
by the pain of malady
but at second thought
it was i who left & emptied the sea’s draught
on third i asked myself what inspired me to change
was poetry and music beyond my auditory range
or was it ignorance who was the catalyst of this exchange
i asked myself long enough
until i could barely hear
the sound of the rough, eulogies
I had written for when my death was near
-js