At Death’s Door

 
i am choked by the twisting vines of melancholia
hypnotizing petrichor fills my tarred lungs
i miss meandering meadows in mystical lands
and being mesmerized with each magical leaf

the last petal of an
enchanted flower falls;
an incantation…

i have lost my map to the forbidden knowledge
spellbound by the curse of a creature’s wrath
i am tortured by malignant tumors in my chest
the last shimmers of poison escaping my lips

i am aware of mother nature’s
decisive sorcery;
all things end…