To the manor born.

In the cranial chamber of sockets empty

I saw my thoughts wrestle with death -

a mind flying high blowing memories

about a clouded sky suggests

moments clasping, holding on

during the flight of letting go -

the winds of time speak

I'm fading into yesterday

my disappearing act

nears completion

with eyes closed

I'm gone.

Reviews

[Relic]

This reminds me of an old Twilight Zone episode of an old woman afraid to die until an angel presumed to be an injured man looking for help stops in and shows her death is but a whisper.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Relic, what an interesting concept.

[emmajoygreen]

Looking forward seems to often nudge one into comparing the now with the past. Why is that, wanting to hang on or the remembering the heroism and faith in once upon a time? Surely best not to cede to passing the finish line just yet. You still have so much to say and tell - although the energy used to do so, just might be waning a little. Perhaps?!

'a mind flying high blowing memories
about a clouded sky suggests
moments clasping, holding on
during the flight of letting go - '

Is far too soon, sir.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you em, yes I'm not done yet. Just a piece of expressive writing not necessarily close to the heart.

[emmajoygreen]

Okay, sorry, took your words to heart. Hope your day was happy and your tomorrow happier. E

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks em you too

[HareEvans]

You should've pursued a career in writing, although these are just words they hold such weight and value.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you for your kind words HareEvans