CHIMERA IN MY BRAIN

...when a dead person isn't actually dead.

CHIMERA IN MY BRAIN

You died a tragic inevitable death.

Apparently it was your choice to cease your breath.

I was there at your funeral.

Everyone was there to remark.

But they didn't seem to feel

the awful grief that I felt.

I was crying a river of infinite tears,

Hoping it was just one of those horrible nightmares.

But your death was so vividly real.

And there was nothing more to appeal.

Some nights, I caught myself in capricious fiction,

Hearing sweet whispers of our previous love and devotion. 

Echoes of beautiful memories,

Playing like lovely melodies.

But some other nights, there were sounds of terror,

Howling in agony and intense sorrow.

The painful screams were like a knife cutting every inch of my flesh,

And I was bleeding profusely even deep down through my chest.

I wondered how could a dead person be capable of doing this much.

And it got me thinking of what's real and what's not.

Reviews

[Jane Taylor Hardy]

Wow....this is fantastic! My husband tried to take his life in the recession when he couldn't find work....I can truly say that if we had not found him in time....my paid would have been felt as deeply as this beautiful poem expresses. I also love the last line....gives the entire piece an artistic flair.

[hanir]

Thanks for taking time to read my piece. 😊

[Kay]

Nice! Death is a concept I write about a lot because of its eccentricity and unknowing nature; the emotions we experience from it are so very real, though. :)

[hanir]

Yeah I agree. 😊
Thanks for reviewing.

[Kay]

Anytime! Beautiful work. :)