To a Dying Death

This poem romances the ideology of love lost and pain. The poem touches on the persona's depression and a career, talent, and love they had lost.

When I close my eyes, I still hear the faint whisper of death,

The cold hands of hades as it brushes gently on the skin of my heart.

I have given myself enough time to think on the possibility of rising again

But I keep falling and falling, deeper and deeper.

As I reach out for help, I felt the heavy jackboot of pain crushing down on my knuckles,

Plundering me deeper in the innermost crevices of red sorrow.

It is a fool's job to love and oh a jester I have faithfully been.

I have been waiting for the day when you would smoothen the wrinkles of my soul 

And clear the dust on my grave but I have seen you put monkshood as petals

Wanting to kill me again, my second death.

You have skillfully played on the strings of my heart with your soft laughter and pleasant melody

But as I hold your little cold feet here, in this dark room, I cannot help but wish you hadn't been born

Then I would not even know how to feel love

Then I would not even have to die this death.

Author's Note

what do you think of the overall body of this work? what do you think the implied meaning of this poem is and how does it speak to you? Please ignore the grammar and punctuations.

Reviews

[JayG]

• The cold hands of hades as it brushes gently on the skin of my heart.

Umm...Hades is fire in the mind iof most people? So cold can't work for those who haven's studied myshology. And the heart has no skin. It's an internal organ.

Write from your chair, but edit from that of a reader who can hear no emotion but what your punctuation suggests, and take no meaning but what the words suggest to them, based on THEIR life experience, not your intent.

[Ejiro Favour]

Thank you for this!

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

as a sufferer of depression most of my life I totally can empathize with the poems meaning. But I can also see how it may speak to a particular type of depression. Postpartum-depression. It's very visceral and painful. You captured the emotions one feels going through this illness. Thank you for sharing.

[Ejiro Favour]

I am glad this piece spoke to you as much as it spoke to me. Thank you so much for taking your time out to read it.