The Inert

Death challenged life and the life bows down : leaves the body and soul flies away

The room so dark, black and silent,

Seemed the night’s fighting with the empty

Rooms of thought, persistence and prevalence,

As the depth enmeshed sufferings and pains.

The palette of darkness, poised and poisoned;

I lit the candle with the friction of matchstick,

In a fraction of second, the moment on  the fulcrum---

The room looked glorified, bright and better.

The sigh of relief relaxed on my breathes,

My heart counted each and every beat,

The coldness of the stress runs through my spine,

My eyes shone in light. I still fight. And I strive.

I heard the drums of death drooling,

And I shut my eyes to recover,

I sense the reconciliation of my soul and brain,

No urge, no wish, no heart or pain.

Salty droplets adore my eyes,

I want to cry, shout and scream...

I found the candle melting wax,

Light above, beneath is the dark,

I stared to see the melting truth...

Hot, liquefied watery flows,

Hardened by the life and flaws,

Colour or colourless contoured life,

My soul left me, just body was alive.

“‘I’ die... ‘I’ die...”, I prayed within me.

My mourning moan steals my faith,

I carry the blood and germ " ‘’Society’’

And I was left alone on the wheelchair of time,

Awaiting for a hand  to travel helpless.

 

Reviews

[Arielle Ann]

this was sad and terrifying...I always pray death to come peacefully to me haha ....one line strikes me is "I carry the blood and germ " ‘’Society’’"...at least someone thinks about society as I do..(same pinch ;) )...I loved the vivid imagery you used here...all the lines are strong...cant pin point anything specific....surmising-strong lines !

[i-love-you-boo♥]

i like this allot,
i like the meaning and feeling of it really good write=)

[Kate Moore]

very descrptive... i like the ending.

[Coyote Poetry]

A poem with a lot of struggle and fear in the words. Death will come. Hard to say how someone may go. Few go without a struggle. I like your description in this poem.
"Hot, liquefied watery flows,
Hardened by the life and flaws,
Colour or colourless contoured life,
My soul left me, just body was alive."
No weakness in this outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Chrissy]

Good write....