Miss DeadA Poem by Ella R.In life I die, in death I live, In light I crave the black monolith, A montagne-russe of the unknown, The Big Sea of all other folks, That beyond we must accept we are destined to meet, A something none of us has come to sip. * Are you sad? the Man keeps asking me. I am lost, I keep answering . But the Man never leaves me, Stuck on my back for life as he is. Why are you lost? he says then, But I just light a cigarette and I swallow all the smoke, needy , Who would have known I'd be so greedy ? Maybe I want too much , that's why , I tell him wandering Somewhere in the smoke I just exhaled, A trail of fume myself. I wander through past memories and dreams and I feel How I die a little more with every old thrill. no matter how many times I tried, i can't forget how it feels to live my life. But I must have cherished a little or maybe more , I must admit, Every little bite, every little pie, every little kiss, Every long hot bath and every bus I ever missed, Every friend that I loved, every friend I have dismissed, Every failure I have ever failed, every victory I every won, ..... And the list could go on and on. And still, I'm standing here and I am sorrowful,why? Why? just why. * In the background I can see the Man in the Mirror, He rests upon my shoulder, made of tears , skin and nightmares, He rests on my back , stuck as he is there for life, I trail and trail and trail and then I am left none.
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4 Reviews Added on December 5, 2016 Last Updated on December 6, 2016 Tags: death, transcendence, why AuthorElla R.DeathAbout"Two roads diverged from a wood and I I took the one less travelled by And that has made all the difference." Robert Frost, The Road not Taken I am kind of dead. Please, feel free to get c.. more..Writing
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