Endstage

 

Every sound is echoed,

Footsteps clear to my ears;

An uncertain beating heart,

I hear the hollowed-

(Heel to toe, heel to toe...)

 

 

Subtle silence between the steps

A breathe taken in, then out,         

The sound of her arrival; feint,       

For what I hope is a dream-

 

(Heel to toe...Heel to toe,

Heel to toe...heel to toe...)

 

 

She wears a white hat, a white gown, and white shoes

She pokes me and questions me constantly

She squeezes my arm, she attaches devices

She wakes me from my sleep…

 

 

My eyes barely open,

Yet barely closed;

Naïve to her words-I hear...

The sudden halt of the echoes,

 

(Heel to toe, Heel-toe.....)

 

The walls now flows the color black,

Dank, deep, and dark falling dimness,

No more echoes - no more nightmares;

Footsteps replaced by shuttering wings,

 

(whoosh-whoosh...whoosh-whoosh...whoosh-whoosh)

 

Every sound is silent,

Airy, delightful and bright;

Fluttering feathers float by;

I lie on a cloud as the angels fly...

 

(whoosh-whoosh...whoosh-whoosh)

Reviews

[THE BLACK SEAL]

this is another one of your best in my opinion

[justjenn_2u]

Lying in a hospital bed, the nurse (the angel). You pass to the afterlife. This poem gave me chills. I don't know if my interpretation is correct, but this poem is universal. Nice write!

[None]

You take the reader on quite a journey with your "dream.?" From the description, there is a nurse who keeps interupting your sleep. You are sick and probably on your way out. Next thing you know, there is heaven. That's what I got out of it anyway, but not at first. I loved being swept up into your poem and the beautiful feelings you evoke at the end. Exceptional imagery!

[Damien Dsoul]

I feel more like a prisoner being led to the gulliotine as I sit here reading through this poem of yours. So much imagery you poured into it: the part about the lady questioning the narrator - is told with such gusto and shimmering strength, it rocks on its own.