The last day that came to pass

The last day that came to pass

A Poem by Baby Ricochet

Scratching memories
Put a bullet through my brain
The draped coffin waits

© 2013 Baby Ricochet


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No coffin for me. Just ashes scattered to the 4-winds.


Posted 11 Years Ago


I'm not getting into that damn thing! Look how tiny and cramped! kiss my a*s Baby, no way, forgeddaboudit!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

Thank you for reading
Scratching memories? Sounds like anxiety mixed with longing and depression.

Always love your words... much deeper than most people's.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

Thank you
What Marie said.


Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

Thank you Mr G
PTSD triggered by a suicide attempt . . . ? Perhaps a successful suicide, and you watch over what happens afterwards in spirit form? Either way, quite the gloomy concept you've here.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

Thank you
Nice, raw and the last line seals the deal.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

Thank you
That's the problem with memories, they sometimes hold us in their grip and just won't let go. The fact that death haunts you from what you have been through and seen is clear. I pray it loosens its hold on you.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

Thank you
Dark and twistingly beautiful

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

Thank you
Three peals of thunder. Very strong, man.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

Thank you
Haunted and beautiful. great

Posted 11 Years Ago


Baby Ricochet

11 Years Ago

Thank you

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Baby Ricochet
Baby Ricochet

Tampa, FL



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