C. T. Suddeth

Won the battle, lose the war

I cheated death, it doesn’t care.

Death is patient, but never kind.

It watches me, stares at night.

I could be a ghost, or just a spirit,

On loan from death, never far away.

I seldom sleep for fear of visitation.

Death is hovering, how about God?

Who wants and needs my scarred soul?

Full of stains that will never bleach,

Full of stories and everlasting madness.

Now I live from day to day,

Worries behind me, my fate is sealed.

The stars might find me, take my soul.

But stars will die and turn to stardust,

Perhaps the universe is my resting place.

Charles Suddeth 041022