The Scenic Route To The Afterlife

A quick, light hearted, sloppy poem. Not my best, there were a lot of things to convey so it's a bit of a mess, but still enjoyable!

Taking the Scenic View to The Afterlife

 

I dream endlessly bending me mending me friendly memories clash that could only be the best for me

I beam as I go friendlessly sending me defending my family screaming remember me to the people beyond the hospital glass because I’m selfish

I walk an endless path of learning, burning numbers into my mind for every day, new scars everywhere, every way

If I did the math I couldn’t have been more than halfway there, but I search for redemption, comprehension, feelings others mention that I’ve yet to know, cold sadness waiting under frozen snow, happiness under the sun on a windy day as the trees shake with the breeze, world please, bring me to my knees

I want to see it all because when you’ve been living in the hospital stalls for three years you gotta have the balls to stand tall and watch what you saw from your window crying as people walk by leaving you stranded

Now that I’m outside that window and am free to explore, I demand it, I don’t know, that’s just how it feels yo

While in that plastic hospital I have sung the gospel of a dying man, trying to befriend killers on a thriller's one night stand, I f*****g forgot who I am. Knowing I don’t know who I am I swam through that question day and night, who am I, again and again, and when I remember a bit, a piece, a slice, a grain of rice, I devour every portion, every morsel, my bellies nearly empty of feelings, thoughts experiences that never got a chance to be eaten, rotten on the shelf, however small it feels nice to digest the worlds meat, give me the health to be normal again around the city street’s bend

You wouldn’t understand, my friend, being rebuilt, again and again, a lego man changed so many times, warped and squeezed like clay, believing one day I’d be free from the doctors need to evaluate me and my sanity

Passed like a dime through fingers of medical staff and rhymes I’ve been touched by so many people so my times it almost feels unreal, until my funeral I’ll seal this knowledge and steal more from outside this ward until I’m full of what I should have known and wield the sword of opportunity instead of the dagger of mental illness

I will fulfill this wish, kiss the loony bin goodbye and leave it behind, I won’t miss it, I don’t mind

Till dirt turns to stone and a shut-in like me can meet a good woman and get boned I’ll make sure I could have understood and felt all that I’ve known

Let me build a throne in the city or a lawn chair in the country, pity now I have to do my own laundry, let me meet a mate and a wife, a great life, provide for the others suffering like their my brothers, contribute my part to make art of pain, anxiety, insanity, teach people to start seeing us for who we really are, human beings

Until I’m grown, moaning, and groaning about all the effort when I’m old wood and the only thing stiff is my back, I’m going to punch life in the sack until I can get back everything from this one way ticket to afterlife, I want a f*****g refund to do things over, but I guess I might as well be sober and make the best of it. I’m only twenty, I can make due with the rest of it

But you can bet your a*s I’m going to enjoy the view on the way there! I’m going to taking the scenic route to the afterlife!

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[sette]

i was quite moved by the poem. Death as we know is inevitable but then when you think about pain, it is another story to be burdened with. your perception about afterlife sheds new light and that is not to fear the inevitable. thanks for the enlightenment