the lights have long since
left the backs
of my eyelids
and let mildew
seep into bloodless lips
almost parasitic with hunger
my pulse left
black nicotine stains
on the blisters in my lungs
while fingertips
trembled
of lost synapses
this wasn't supposed
to be my
life
Author notes
this is basically about how i would feel as i looked back on my life after i've finally kicked the bucket.
i'm not really afraid of death.
just what i might see when it finally comes.
and no, it's not a religious thing. it's a guilt thing.
i hope this is what you're looking for!!!
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A contest entry
- Challenge#4: a poem in no more than 50 words by Virgoan.
600 points, ended August 16, 2008, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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great! i like this one - strong voice and good line breaks.
keep it coming
thanks for sharing your gift.
HENSLEY
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Wow, this is really thought provoking, kinda what I see when I think about death...sure does make me feel like a smoker...because I sure don't when I'm actually doing it.
Enjoyed the read,
Justin -
Ok, I really like it, I just think it ended... short...
I think the ending could have been a little stronger, but I really like the piece. The concept, and everything, brilliant!
It is like some of my poetry.
Good write!
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