If it happens today
The elaborate chiseling of my epitaph
Six feet under, re-acquainting myself
With mother earth, how will you take it?
Will you remember me?
If so, how?
Will you remember me as
The heart on sleeve wearer?
The all in lover?
The harsh truth giver?
Or maybe something even simpler?
Just another black guy?
The poet from who knows where?
The writer who stared at his goal
With a steely eyed glare?
The Last Earth Bender?
Who could re-direct our planet on its axis
With words that took you to a time
Filled with regenerative bliss
Long forgotten or yet to be explored?
Will my enemies rejoice and see it
As a chance to think of a rejoinder
They couldn’t conjure when I was still
In my vessel?
A shame, I won’t have the chance
To put them back in place, at any rate
All my past pieces could still play the part
Even beyond the grave.
Will that narcissist finally take the time
To read this post and finally realize
That my way of thought is in no way or form
Geared to conform?
Will she finally see all a did?
Will she finally escape from the confines
Of her own mind?
Or will I just be another memory
She holds onto?
At the very least
When, and if it happens, today or tomorrow
Remember this place, my haven
For if you ever needed answers
To who I am, what I do, or feel about you
Never say I forgot to leave you something
To look through.
– Original-Dante ©2017
Photograph by: Poli91
9 Replies to “When It Happens, Look For This.”
Speechless, well okay, wow, what an amazing piece. (I hope she reads it and realizes what was lost) ❤ ❤
Lol I’m not putting my hopes up hahaha… Even for the narcissist 😀
I agree.. Speechless… Powerfully packed💞
Thank you 🙂
You are welcome!
Thanks Neha! ❤