Death is so sweet,

A very different type of write for me, wanted to go elsewhere for a few. Let me know what you think. Thanks to all who reads.

 

Voices streaming in and out

Blasting music

Beaming lights blind all around

She trembles, her hand moving her hair ever so slightly

The neon lights

So bright!

Blinding her vision

Yet she stares ahead

At the sights, hears the sounds

People rushing back and forth

No one seeing, hearing

Too busy with their own lives.

Their own problems.

Too busy to see the dark figure in the doorway

Invisible

Insignificant

Lonely

The coldness moves all around

Chilling her very soul

Putrid smells meet her as she moves her feet

Stomping them on the dirty pavement

Warmth, she needs to feel warmth

Her heart cold as the dark night

Feels nothing

Betrayal, such a dirty word,

Has taken her soul

Left her bare and forgotten

Eyes so vacant, they stare straight ahead

At nothing

Everything

Fingernails, dirty, chipped

Moves her collar higher

Yet the cold seeps through like a disease

Death has come forth

Knock, Knock, Knocking at her door

And oh so slowly, she lets him in

Her last breath leaves as her body lies in the waste

Of the streets around her

To fight no more.

Death is so sweet,

Is the last thought to run through her mind.

 

Author's Note

Photo Courtesy of mooncatsphotos

Reviews

[E.H. Monroe]

definitely different for you BUT still tells a tender almost fear filled love story of letting death in. So even though the style may be different in line wise, the message of that pure almost frightening love is ever present.

you're so ddreeammyy

[Q'ANIL]

First I would like to thank you for reading my poem "Midnight Satin" and for your lovely review.

I could have gone straight ahead and reviewed your newest poem "I Want To Join The Circus", which now I'm feeling a little guilty for not doing, but when I read the title of this poem and then sat there, sensing myself flowing easily down the page as your words engulfed me, I knew this was the poem I should review first. An absolute beautiful write by a very talented writer.

[mikkiblueyes]

You truly r talented!!!!!!LOVE ur writing!!!!!

[Linear]

A vert moving poem, on the homeless or perhaps broken hearted, left out in the cold without anyone to hold, no human warmth is given for most people never even notice her, yet in the next days paper they will be shocked to read of another young soul lost, starved and frozen, found dead.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

It is so sad to think of how many neglected children that are out there... the dramatic nature of your poem is overwhelming but certainly reminds us that there is much to be done for the sake of humanity.

[Tate Morgan]

What a poor child but death at times is the relief from pains in life some would do well to remember that when they want to keep terminally ill people alive against their will

[Art Sun]

Death...such a finality of a word...and such is the reality of life...from the very breath we take to live to the very last breath we take...either way it is a sweetness that we all begin with and end with...

a bit different Mags ...but then how else will you find the depth of your thoughts ...

enjoyed...

[Patches I'm not so new..]

WoW! this is terrible I don't mean the poem that is supurb as are most of your writes no my dear Guma, the subject isn't what one likes to see although it is a part of life, the last part.
You have, as usual done a "bang-up" job and I applaude you!

[Kelley]

This was very sad Mags but it was a really good write. I write like this
from time to time. It keeps a person sane I think.

Thanks for sharing.

Kelley

[Marie Harrison]

I love it. Betrayal can do that to you. I love the dark images and how fast paced and disconnected the environment around her is. Such a cold and harsh environment, which the world is sometomes. Nice!