HR Creel- A Poem

HR Creel is too old not to write.  His poems have been featured on Zombie Logic and UUT Poetry.

Dying of Light

I lay in the shade

of a terminal illness,

listening to the birds

outside with their sounds,

but I am not by the sea.

Echoes from outside

are lies.  

I bet they wonder why

I lay here and wait so.

There is nothing to do

but crossword puzzles,

occasionally writing

a poem.

An endless sea of poems,

dying to get out,

dying to be created

before the close of day.

I will comply;

I will make them,

fashion them like an art

project from whatever

is lying around.