Death and Debris - 1

http://www.lifetime.org/2013/10/falling-leaves/

When duty dies does it go with the satisfaction of tasks well done?

Of praise for adherence and the chance of pleasing someone?

Does it go with the assurance of a life well-lived?

Or does it wish to have been freed of the shackles it had worn?

I died grieving at all my life had been

I had no wish for kindness or understanding

I had no place for them, they were not mine to have

I saw oncoming death in the eyes of those around me

Exaggerated kindnesses and the names of gods repeated

Shimmer of tears quickly wiped away, shoulders slumped

I had no place for hope, it was not mine to have

I did not wish for more life

Unlike those who grip tight unto last breath

I slipped away peacefully

Into the certainty of death

Did my life live up to its promise?

I yearned for love, I feared rejection and loss

What I feared most, I received

What I wanted most, I neither received nor gave

And the dead boy's stepmother was dead