Role Reversal

Role Reversal

A Poem by KeeD
"

A cut on your skin, yet someone else is bruised Role Reversal, you're in someone else's shoes

"
Eggs Benedict
Prepared by the wife
Just a simple man
Living a nine to five life

Today the sky is red 
Job to transport the dead
An incident took place three days ago
A girl too young was raped and killed

Gang banging neighborhood
Drugs sex violence, kids up to no good
Area Code demands respect 
kill conquer protect

Blonde hair against the violet felt
Soft eyes reflecting the skyline
Laid in the back of a hearse
Loved ones slowly dispersed 

Set out on a final journey in this world
Me her tour guide taking her to destination dirt
Suddenly I see shining lights
Visions of the wife and children flash before eyes

Walking through the light
Solace over my soul 
A field of sunflowers at my gaze
Haze in the distance still stands glimpse of a girl

Reaching out for my hand, firmly grasping it tight
No longer the feeling of a siberian winter's night
Failing to understand, lifesless touch so tepid
Now guided through heavens door

Panic, breaking hold, Shudder in fear
No, please God, NO!
Eyes awaken in a coffin
Grave Keeper seeking redemption

Commit the sin, repent within
Struggle to bury a past
Scorching heat boils troubled skin
Falling besides me, breath wearing thin

Her name tattooed 
Over his right eye 
Gang member, once a Crip
Forever a Crip till you die

Weight of a lifeless body
Encompasses mine completely 
Dead weight, I suffocate, eyes shut again
Shovel held tight, I elevate Grave Keeper I am

Digging through the mud
Trying to save a soul
Every single strike of shovel against earth
Sinks said soul into an eternal hole

Hell awaits this sinner patiently 
Screams grow louder frantically 
Furnace of flames welcomes body 
Crimes recruit devils new comrade  

Innocent child decends from celestial path
Heavenly smile peaceful aura
Hushes mouth before hint of sound
"Go back, live life, Funeral Director you've done well" 


I awake from deep sleep
Nightmare level now I can complete
Playstation controller in my hand
Role Reversal

(deep breaths)

I figured out how to beat the game

© 2013 KeeD


Author's Note

KeeD
Have you ever played a game that was so hard you played it all night only to fall asleep and dream about it finishing it? :) .


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Your poems are always very strong, this one following suit. =)


Posted 10 Years Ago


I can definitely say yes! I also got the dream state feel while reading... so you used very good tone.
Each stanza seems to be a separate screen shot. Feels as if you were moving through the levels, so the completion is what the poem leans on heavily.
Pretty decent closing and Thanks for the suggestion and I hope to read more this year.

Posted 11 Years Ago


As a whole, this is fantastic and brilliantly written. What I enjoy most is the last stanza, namely because I didn't see anything about "Playstation controller in my hand" and " I figured out how to finish the game" coming when I went into reading this. Very creative indeed.

Posted 11 Years Ago


vicariously traumatized by the suffering of an innocent ... in a movie or reality... almost thinking wishfully, i too picture a reversal of fates for the tormented and the tormentor... but never in my wildest imaginations could i imagine enough to write a poem on it...
great creativity and even greater poetry :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


KeeD

11 Years Ago

You'll be surprised.. I never expect any of my poems to go the direction they end up in.. but once w.. read more
beyondpen

11 Years Ago

true... and thanks :)
Just lovely!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Beautiful end and I never expected any poem to begin with "eggs" so you get ratings for that... A wonderfully marvellous writing, I wish you luck.

Posted 11 Years Ago


KeeD

11 Years Ago

Haha I'm not a big fan of eggs either :P but hey.. gotta show them some love right?:P thank you for .. read more
I am thinking you are judge, jury, the exquisiteness executioner in this piece, never exiting the rivaled darkness of this amazing, 2nd stanza, it had me slit quick with your word choice of "Today the sky is red Job to transport the dead" and from that moment it held the piece together with well placed reaper cloaked strings, dead dust on the shovel digging thorough the collective negative imagery, I wonder what the camera in a different aura would picture in this dementia....amazing piece

Posted 11 Years Ago


writing mojo

11 Years Ago

it's just how i flow when i stumble upon a really good poem...
KeeD

11 Years Ago

I think I could learn a lot from your reviews, you're the kind of writer who can teach and I joined .. read more
writing mojo

11 Years Ago

don't mention it, I am a little cracked but my reflection is always sincere, thanks for not brushing.. read more
What a mind trip! The cruelty you speak of...thank gawd karma's a b***h right? Maybe we would all think twice..if we had to relive a moment or two in his or her shoes.

Brilliant.

Posted 11 Years Ago


KeeD

11 Years Ago

Haha indeed she is, but she's a b***h I salute for I now believe in her for her kiss might be deadly.. read more
Muse

11 Years Ago

your work makes me want to return to my mean angry streak of writing.. But not today..the time is no.. read more
Whoa. This is really deep and really intence... You've got a lot of talent.. I love this write.. Wonderful..

Posted 11 Years Ago


Kaylee

11 Years Ago

Hey :) Thanks! :) Okay, cool, I'll have to check them out. :) No problem, thank you for reviewing my.. read more
KeeD

11 Years Ago

The pleasure was mine, it was really good.
Kaylee

11 Years Ago

Thank you! ;)
intense is all i can say

nice work

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Added on January 19, 2013
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KeeD
KeeD

Mumbai, India, India



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Hey I'm Kee, I'm 32 and work as a journalist in Mumbai, India. I dabble in writing poetry and do it purely to pump out the creative juices in my being. Thank you for stopping by, live, laugh and love .. more..

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