Last Rites

Tried in absentium, found unworthy

I won't be shackled to your ball and chain

of shame

fashioned a key from the many bones I have

to pick with you

and tossed it back - here, catch!

to watch you sink like a stone in my ocean

of forgotten names

Bubbles rise to the surface

releasing last words 

last rites

last silent fights to lay claim

to the possession of chips that lay heavy

on shoulders too slight to shrug them away

The witness is excused

and I leave as freely as I came

dropped a coin in the wishing well

for the ferryman, in your name

Reviews

[InnerSpirit]

girlForgetful,

I ponder on your bio, without a doubt - your wisdom in words, educated proof that you have been a writer from the heart lifelong.

This poem's haunting nature leaves a lingering effect even after the read is complete, I still wish to go back and read specific lines.

It is true, we all intrude on others lives when they involve themselves in ours... death is not the end yet the beginning. (I am speaking from within, where this poem hit me.)

The whole stanza, last words, last rites, last silent fights to lay claim... ever so powerful~

This audience has been captivated by the likes of you... give yourself a pat on the back for me. Job well done, my understanding runs deeper than this I write... no need to burden the other readers into my own story, however.

Thank you,

InnerSpirit

This would make a fine addition to the Poetic Infusion Society contest, Dark Secrets!