An Unsavory Future

Death- as we meet it- is not as picturesque as you would imagine.

I see with my eyes a woman

Walking alone down a trodden path

She is old

She is tired

She is weak

The path leads to a cliff

The edge is steep

She sees her destination

She turns around and screams

A man- with a white lab coat steps in

He pushes her back in line

He hands her pudding

And a sullen smile

The woman walks again-

Eyes open

She sees at the cliff

Women ahead, try to run and leave

But they are too weak

And the men- the smiling men- in the white lab coats

Well, they push them in

Old people dying

Just reality

The woman makes it to the edge

She trembles and sobs

Everything inside is fighting

But everything else is submitting

To the gentle call of the fall

“Give up let go”

“No” - the woman yells

“Yes” yells a voice from time itself

The woman is pushed

Over the edge she falls

She lands on the ground in an awkward position

The woman is not breathing

The woman is not yelling

The woman is dead

Yells can be heard from the back of the path

They are always silenced

Death is the end- Life must come to.

Reviews

[Writing Angel]

this bring up harsh reality that death is something not chosen but given.... a gift you physically cannot refuse no matter how much you long to.... it also shows life is short so do what you can... great work great personification

[Chris]

Thank you- your interpretation was similar to my intended message- except mine may have been a tad more pessimistic. I truly love your interpretation though, because it is just as correct as my own.

[Writing Angel]

gotcha... I loved it either way... so real

[Chris]

Thank you- I appreciate the support.

[Writing Angel]

well you always have mine.... keep writing I hope more soon