SEE the clouds
smoke fills the air
people running
cries everywhere.
FEEL the heat
as it burns my face
the darkness surrounds me
as I drift off in space.
TASTE the remnants
of my molten lips
the charcoal, black cocktail
I gasp down in sips.
HEAR the voice
that resounds in my head
granting assurance
that soon I'll be dead.
SMELL the flesh
as the flames bring my death
sense the end
as I draw my last breath.
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Written November 5th, 2006
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Hey sis! This poem is AMAZING! Of course, I expect no less from you, but this one is particularly good! I don't know how I feel about your recurring theme of you dying in your poems, but we can talk about that!
Love you mucho!!!!
~Liz (as in ard)~ -
matches the weather
Hi, Bong. This is a very dark poem, which is fitting considering the time of year (dark, short days etc). I see that you've approached this one using the five senses people possess. Also, that you've had your senses "brought to you" (from the title). I like this aspect since it fits so neatly with the imagery you've incorporated. I find it very hard to write dark poetry... I don't know why. Thanks for the read. Clay (imkleyurflesh).
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