Let the corner close both eyes,
Let the heavens blow frost through the nighttime breeze,
Let the kiss of death float like a tidal wave.
Movement ceases among those,
Movement ceases.
Let the corner close both eyes.
Let the heavens whisper to the sun rays in the morning sunlight,
Let this whisper of death fall down like rain,
Let those few go up or down,
None of my business which way you go,
Let death flow like an easy breath,
Let the corner close both eyes.
I had a friend.
Once,
He was an older gentleman.
He told me nursing homes were just high function life support.
He told me he would rather die.
So he did.
Let the corner close both eyes.
I am getting older.
I am getting sick.
I am holding on to life.
Like a rat struggling to get out of a mouse trap,
Death I fear,
And it is catching up with me.
Help me.
My eyes pour because I know.
In the end,
Let the corner close both eyes.
Author notes
What inspired me was my own fatality and music. Nothing particularly. I listen to a lot of indie
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wow i can't say i relate to this because i've never had anybody close to me that this is happening or this has happened but i can say this is very deep.
I am getting older.
I am getting sick.
I am holding on to life.
Like a rat struggling to get out of a mouse trap,
Death I fear,
And it is catching up with me.
Help me.
My eyes pour because I know.
In the end,
Let the corner close both eyes.
this stanza shows so much strong emotion not many people can put into a few words. If i were to revise this poem i would probably leave it alone. in opinion it is beautiful just the way it is. -
This speaks to me on two levels. First there is the fact that I've worked in nursing homes and from what I've seen, I think your friend was absolutely correct to call them high functioning life support. They're really just the last step before you die. Then, there is the other level, where I can see my father in that same position, like the rat in the last stanza, where he is struggling to live but the struggle is going out of him a little bit each year. You really bring up mortality in such a way to get people to think about how short life is and why it needs to be a precious thing to fight for. Wonderful job here
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He told me he would rather die.
So he did.
Let the corner close both eyes.
Beautiful.
Absolutely beautiful and amazing!
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I think that everyone must go through this, sooner or later. You wrote what we all know, and some fear it, others begg for it.
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i think we can all relate to that.
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Amazing
I am glad to see you are writing still, my muse has escaped my mind and went AWOL. This poem was great, I loved the flow of it, with the repeating lines, it all works perfectly together. Wonderful job Max!!! Hope to talk to ya soon!! Much love!
Emily
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