Crimson coughs on white sheets.
Wilting voice,
and sapless spirit.
Worn veins burst,
and I
have a few words to say.
Resultant revelations-
a destructive declaration.
Known, unknown,
all concerned must know;
as the curtains fall upon life,
I admit my betrayal.
I forgot to live.
A contest entry
- Death Bed Confessions by queenie.
1800 points, ended February 13, 2007, 15 entries
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Comments
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Thought provoking
aaawwww how sad
what a well thought piece. Such insight into the wasted life so many of us fall into.
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that is a real confession for so many do forget to live.this is a strong piece.it says so much but in did so very concisely and beautiful.my best to you.
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That was a truly excellent ending! I loved the colour contrast in the first stanza, it set the scene really well. Great writing. Good luck in the contest.
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Wow, your last line is so striking. "I forgot to live" I really love that. Great job!
"M"
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