Black thoughts surround black walls
inside a dark house of dark halls;
white moon behind white clouds
spin grey shadows of funeral shrouds;
spirits move through my mind’s eye -
this must be what it’s like to die.
Author notes
As I lay on the sofa the other night in the dark, the eerie glow of the moon and shadows of the clouds reflected on the living room walls, as though ghosts were moving all around me. Very weird. Anthropologist Claude Lévi-Strauss called this primordial human fear resulting from “the conjunction of the dead and the living”.
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This piec is great.... It relays a feeling I've had many times. To put this feeling into words is ingenious.... Thank you for sharing this unique piece with us!!!!!!!!!!
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THIS IS TRULY A WEIRD FEELING!!!!
Many times have these shapes come into my room as a little boy and had me under my covers wondering what was out there trying to come in.
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Disturbing
This is a very dark write indeed and does not fit with my own image of you as a person...In my eyes you are beautiful,creative,artistic,lovely,warm,sincere and friendly...it worries me that you are so affected...luv n hugs..Dan xx
ps...it is still a very good write technically
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And Claude was wrong; for there are only heavenly spirits, good and evil, which we must discern. This poem, while magnificent in delivery, almost reminds me of the vision I had, "Rotted Wood, Mold & Poison." Of course, I realize this was a perception of the room where you laid. The imagery here is incredibly vivid, great flow and rhythm.
But, I don't believe this is what it is like to die. I have a friend who is a hospice caregiver, there 'til the end. Once, as her patient, a devout Christian, was slipping away and seemed to have been in a coma all day, she suddenly opened her eyes to look at Donna, then said, "Donna. . . I'm not dying!" Donna said she knew and her patient quietly slipped away. We know in that moment that we are merely going to sleep for awhile. What an awesome experience Donna was allowed to witness and share with others who might fear death as they know it.
Give this poem GOLD!
Luv & hugs, SisBon
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Thank you for sharing...
1 Corinthians 2:9 However, as it is written: ”No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him” 
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