A Response

Then it forever stopped to flow as I cease to be,

Those fine streams no more of nourishment to me.

My sockets turned to marble stone,

Deprived of vision a horrid zone.

Ice cold grew every limb and organ,

As if taken a sneaky glance at gorgon.

Rivers ran dry quite some time ago.

No more acquainted, I let go.

Yet it remains thrust in my back,

As tormentors approach dressed in black.

To attend last rite,

They reach at site.

My speech now sealed,

With wounds unhealed.

Thus transformed to nothingness,

My misery oh please! bear witness.

If this be my fate I accept His higher command,

But on the day of reward a fair trial demand.