Death's Backdoor

Dedicated to my dear friend RIP x

We hide away in safe little alcoves

     hoping that no one will see

the shame imprinted in blood

   soul screaming out in affliction

heartbeats skip in shades of braille

   washed away by tides of grief

tucked in lace hankies of apprehension

   inklings of grey conceptions leak

spun dry in the machine made by man

markings can't be erased in a cycle

  for a legacy of lies, darkened by secrets

scars run deeper than earthy crust

   dark moons passed over in the light

    truth obstructed at death's backdoor

Author's Note

Reviews

[Kristin Lee]

I love this one. It is so tragically beautiful. The pain is seering. That place where we hide on the brink of madness to cover our shame from those we love...to call it deaths back door...very creative, and very true. It's almost as if death beckons to us in those moments of wekness. Those moments of human vulnerability. And this song that you've chosen is so haunting! I absoutely love it. It's going into my stock pile of writing music. Truly gave me goose bumps. Well done.

[Frieda P]

Brink of madness, so apropos right about now, thanks for your words here Kristin, muchly appreciated.

[Leigh]

Running so deep in emotion and keeping it together takes some doing, but you have archived it and within the sadness of this piece there is an elegant beauty.

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing use of words. I had to read again. So many lines stood out. Death door is always close. We dance on the edge of life and death. Staying a few steps a head. One more second to feel alive and strong. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[InsanityWriter]

Intriguing write. Excellent work Frieda. :)

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Simple without complication and reads perfectly, little shocks pulse through me!

[Vikrantsingh]

Death's Backdoor Wow... Misery and pain all over frieda you are sensible writer :)

Love you work as always sorry for late review :)

Indeed i will save it in my favorites :)

Singh :)

[Tai Ryens]

How haunting, tragically gorgeous, with flares of personal interest everywhere. Creative poem.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Tai, this one is very personal...

[Ravyne Hawke]

This is a wonderful dedication poem for your lost friend and this song by Red is perfect for this.. so beautiful when combined together. Your images are haunting.. You are so right about secrets going to the grave.. perhaps that is where they belong.. the pain of your loss is deeply embedded in this poem. Well done dear.

[Frieda P]

Thank you Lori, not sure about those secrets, they're always a destructive force and somehow or another they tend to resurface.

[Tree]

Meant to be read out loud, this had a rhythmic measured cadence that seemed to halt directly onto a crucial word. We take some secrets all the way with us till the end, is what I'll take with me. Very haunting piece Frieda, and very well constructed.

[Frieda P]

Much appreciate your sentiments here Diego, thank you.

[Marc Marlon Villaflor]

The pain and the dark tone of this piece is uncompared. Great one.

[Frieda P]

Thank you sweet Marc, nice to see you again, you've been absent....

[Marc Marlon Villaflor]

Yea I have some work :) I will be back later. take care Frie.

[Frieda P]

Those girls you mean? ha.... ;-)

[Marc Marlon Villaflor]

Lol :) no I mean I am busy with office work but I will try to comeback after a week :P