`Of Death`

impaired thoughts override reality

 ghosts of illusion.. one by one

their black shadowy forms float past

          as I sit in depths of despair

           a world of emptiness, devoid

                    of color

                     without warmth

and I, so alone

with dilated pupils

seeing.. only death

                     waiting

hearing .. screams of silence

 reluctantly, it's

 sounds of death's wind

                         blowing

smelling..the stench

of death's decay

with bony fingers 

                          reaching

                            

touching..the air,feeling

the darkness

restless souls from the dark abyss

                             craving

                            

tasting..bitterness seeps

 into my marrow

 nauseating in dizziness

                              sinking

                             

a dark room occupies my mind

   lifeless glaze...fills sleepless eyes

upon mirror's gaze

        it's the  reflection of a dying spirit

         and the only tune left is that of death

                      

              

         

            

Reviews

[Nolo Segundo]

Well Fran Marie, this is a powerful and incredibly sad poem: sad if you are right that death is a wall. But for what it's worth, as a young agnostic, I learned (the hard way) 47 years ago that death is actually just a door-- but what world it may lead to I cannot say. You see, the spirit-- the soul-- cannot die because it exists outside what we call time, without beginning or end, a sort of eternal present/moment. And trust me, this has not simplified my life-- things were much simpler when I was a materialist/atheist/nihilist, because now I know that EVERYTHING matters and each of us is continually weaving Karma.

[Fran Marie]

Thanks for sharing your thoughts on this one.. It is rather dark.. But I wanted it to reflect physical death as in the five senses are gone barren ..nothing left ..no life. Whatsoever..I love your insight on the spirit being eternal ..time is an illusion..a clear and potent message..

[Austin Wade Runyon]

Nice flow, harrowing, decent imagery. Nice

[Fran Marie]

Thanks sundrowner
a o very much ..
I appreciate;

[Jade]

I really enjoyed the set up of this piece, This is so good. Enjoyed

[look.both.ways]

I really enjoyed your writing style in this poem. You created beauty out of darkness and it is very captivating. Very well written.

[Fran Marie]

Many thanks for reviewing my work...

[Pryde Foltz]

It took awhile for my page to load and so I sat looking at your accompanying photo with anticipation. It is a great photo but the write most certainly outshone it ... or rather out creep'd it ... a very eerie write crafted with skill and art. Brava.

[Fran Marie]

Thanks for reading Pryde, I so appreciate it;

[Lyn Anderson]

I like this, because it describes that dying inside feeling, and brings it outside of itself to "real" death. I love the image too -- very creepy and effective.

[Fran Marie]

thanks Kl, for reading and reviewing...so very much appreciated;

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks for your excellent poetry. Now that I have cleared my RRs of people who don't even notice my absence, I am reading what I wish.

[Damien Thibodeaux]

Wow, this sounds like it was inspired by sitting in a psychomanteum. The "black shadowy forms" makes me think of shadow people or demons. I love this dark side stuff. Nicely stylized.

[Fran Marie]

so it would seem...I have a poem called shadow people...thanks Damien, for reading and the review, much appreciated

[ANM]

Death the only certainty in life...well written !

[Fran Marie]

death and taxes... so they say, yep~ certain, thanks ANM;

[ANM]

Your welcome!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is intensely sad. and reminds me of the Holocaust and what some may have written about the feeling of waiting for death....had they had pen and paper...
riveting poem.

[Fran Marie]

thanks so very much Jacob; for reading my dark piece