Dead Dying Dying Away

An old man's journey from life to death.

Dead, Dying, Dying away

Almost suddenly, he felt something.

It didn’t come as strange. He felt so remarkably disconnected from his physique that he couldn’t, in that minute of moments, relate that foreboding but curious, refreshing feeling to anything he had ever experienced before. A particularly sour-and-dry weight had begun to crawl every inch of him weathered was becoming his flesh. He knew that his body was ready for this. Thinking as he pleased like a butterfly on a leash, he drowned with the flesh.

                He barely made it to the first landing.

(to be contd..)

Author's Note

This is a graphic description of personal feelings. Its impossible to describe what I felt when I fell in a coma following a car crash in Townsville, Australia and was unconscious for about 2 months. That was seven years ago. What I saw or heard in those 50 odd days remains a mystery but this story would hopefully do justice to my feelings about the trauma. Technically I don't have a past in that I don't remember anything. While I've been shown through pictures and related about several incidents about who I was and what I was about and also putting a great show that I was ok now (just to let everyone know they can leave me alone now), I dont remember anything before i was impaled in the abdomen by a level (below the violently twisted wheel, during the episode), the pain that ensued of which shut my brain down for almost 2 fortnights. To compensate and level up with the weird world around me I just started believing in things. Like I was male, and my parents were not imposters etc. What I knew of language recovered to the pinnacle it already was pre-trauma following a short episode of speechlessness due to 3rd degree brain trauma.

The story above goes in depth into death.. We'll see how it turns out.. Haha! I guess I've written more in this note than the story already! cheers!

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

"Dead Dying Dying Away"
Effector Prime,
This narrative is a resulting mystery from a resulting realization that your being is alive. How does a person even assimilate that they should of died but lived instead. Who can know the mystery of life. From the time we are conceived we begin to die even as we grow. It seems a race between body and soul to become, to learn, to grow. It was not time for you to die but to live. I hope you continue to find meaning and beauty within your moments during this brief span of life so complex and priceless.
Bless you much!
Kathy

[Effector Prime]

True Kathy, than you for your dear thoughts. I feel alive now by definition and I'm "aware". I can't have been alive before because I don't remember. But I have figured what I had been experiencing during the depths of trauma.

(I was) disembodied and chased.

[Kathy Van Kurin]

The inner man- inner vision or eyes was aware of something there in your soul. We are much more complex than we can begin to imagine. I hope you continue to flourish, learn and just enjoy your awareness in this life. Again Mr. Effector, I sure like your poem
Blessings, as always,
Kathy

[Effector Prime]

A complex meander