Slow death

From Competition  Fear of 1347

Cruel fate, how I hate you;
I hate you with all of my heart, all of my soul,
all of my strength, an all of what is left of my worried mind,
Black death, eternal blackness strikes;
That my child has fallen in its shadow before me,
Time casts a spell on me that I won’t recover;
Darlin; my wife, lover of my soul,
How can I watch you slowly disappear before me;
I will die of grieving when you leave,
Leaving only me, alone;
Alone with only memories of them,
Of this fate did not ever want to know;
The sound of your voice will haunt me, I wont forget you;
The dead pile up there in the road
Just waiting to be taken to their final rest;
A shallow mass burial with other poor lost souls,
Lost, lost to this cursed black plague of death an no escape,
Each of my beloved had their own name, treasured an precious to me
No, there is no escape, anywhere in this cursed world;
For the rich an the poor die the same,
The skin rots, the belly starves the same,
The crushing feeling of denial,
The utter feeling of emptiness of the acceptance
Of when hope dies, finds us all the same,
As each day breaks, the mind and body aches,
Crying out for no one that is there,
My eyes are moist, as you moan an shout,
Crying out you hurt from every breeze and touch
from your darkened, bruised skin,
Stomach hungers for things that can’t hardly remember anymore,
The eyes are filled with death, a sorrow,
Tears enough to last a hundred life times, there are no more to shed,
Once, once maybe there was laughter and joy,
Now even the trees and gardens are dead,
Animals, skinny and starving, sick themselves,
Once there was real joy and happiness,
Now, only the memories remain,
Driving me insane of what was, and of what might have been;
Letting me live in a world of false pleasure and eternal pain,
Those far enough away, locked in towers, behind stone walls,
Blind to what they do not see, but only hear,
Maybe they might survive,
Not the poor, not me,dying in pain and grief