THE MEMORIES OF INNOCENT SOUL

In this poem I describe the real events of the person whose life is ending.

Colors are disappearing like loss a of innocence

Hearing the voices from outside like a baby in the cradle

Something is murmuring just like a specific sound

The sunlight is falling and making the body hot

No movement in the body

Eyes are open; film of his past is going on

Fly is flying over his eye

He is calm and peaceful, silently shouting with pain

Pain of soul, pain of fear, pain of loneliness, pain of unknown misdeeds

Days and nights are passing, no one comes

He feels that time has stayed due to pain

For one second pain has gone

He thinks years have passed

 Nothing is changed, nor his situation, nor atmosphere

Thread of life is breaking, bit by bit

He is praying, fly is flying

It is sitting on the half black and white side of the eye

Pray for one time to blink the eyes

This thing is irritating him, forgetting about everything except remembering the hellish thing

He blinks the eye; the thread of life is broken

Now there is no irritating thing

Loss of every physical sense and loss of to be lost

Journey towards unknown…………….?

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Has the sound of coma on the brink of death. The machine is winding down, the tape is ending. Ends appropriately in the last two lines. I sincerely hope the actuality is more pleasant than this.