As it was the reversal of birth
He wanted to die alone.
To close the eyes
without life staring back at him.
That would be too painful
eclipsing death itself.
He dragged the mirror from
the bathroom,
It lined the floor.
he was jesus with the cross
willing death.
Resting the mirror agaisnt
the chair of endless drunken
slumbers.
Positioned to face death.
With haste he opened all
four stuborn packets,
like a child with his favourite toy,
and washed them into his
oblivion, with fake Russian Vodka.
Then layed back,
dribbling cloudy spit,
Waiting, watching, willing death
as Death sat
watching, waiting willing him.
Not Long Left
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mirroring-death/
