Please, dear
Remember me as I seldom was
As my most sober
Most gentle
Most benevolent self
As a man to
Speculate on the brute that he
So often tortured into revival
But not as the brute
As an artist fighting his fog
As a dreamer at lust for dawn
I only want
My best shadow to live through night
And my worst ones pardoned
For the wretched had me
More than a few
But I put blade to strings
When I caught the devil
Looming as my puppeteer, I did
Wrote my fictions as confessions
To relinquish sin, I have
But I have been a bothersome rut
Most of my days
Earned no pardon
By being eloquent in my distress
And you are none deserving
Of an erroneous lad
Who only crucifies himself
To beat the mob to his cross
But you
You my dear are the only one
Who has met the boy in me
I die writing to save
And if I don't make it
I need you to remember him
Him alone
And forget the rest.
- Rafael Casal
[ October 2015 ]
YOU ARE READING
A Writer's Death
Fanfiction"Why do you love me?" "I could say it's because you love me. And it's true. There's more though. You what I can't focus on - the good in me. And I could admit that I don't know all the reasons I love you, which is true again, because there are so da...
