DEATH

Reaching deep, to the lowest point

My incarnate body weighted down

As my conscious left my head

Not for long, but just a sec

In that moment I was as close as I could be

To the end

When you smell burnt toast and sulfur

You know you’re there

Nothing can replicate the adrenaline

Flirting with death, she's kind of cute

Running your cold hand through her

Black hair

Reviews

[Vol]

Nodding,
Deep subject, and of all things, the ONLY one EVERYBODY shares! We refuse to think about it... even though we were dead for all the billions of years before we were born, and no matter how long we live, it is always just around the corner.
Vol

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Wow, this is really good and the last few lines are an explosive metaphoric ending.
I once came close enough to see my life flash before me...but I smelled burnt pizza instead of burnt toast. But it was very real and quite scary.
j.

[FGFRANKLIN]

I enjoyed the poem. I don't believe in death. I believe in change. I believe the universe wastes nothing. I base my opinion on the natural world and believe that everything natural is a representation of a greater spiritual truth. It isn't supposed to last forever, the clues are scattered like Hansel and Gretel's bread crumbs through what we perceive as reality. But it is suppose to inspire us to connect the dots and with the connection, become connected ourselves. I know this body will not last but it will accomplish its purpose in life and love. The most beautiful flower fades; the most magnificent sunset and as I type the maple leaves are bursting in flames of glory outside my window. I will leave you with a verse that I love written by the inimitable Jack London:
“I would rather be ashes than dust!
I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.
I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
The function of man is to live, not to exist.
I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them.
I shall use my time.” I too, shall use my time.

[John the Baptist]

Interestingly, your image of death is a feminine one. A kinder, gentler death, perhaps. The Grim Reaper is definitely a guy image. And he ain't cute.

[Matthew Kult]

Deeply dark. Dreadfully dreary. Wonderful read.

With love,

Matthew

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Liked this one a lot well done

Burnt toast and sulphur
That’s interesting
I’ve never heard that before

I’ve had a few near death experiences where I floated and saw a lot !
I’m not afraid but will miss my family and nature and music and the sun
I’m not too afraid maybe a bit yes Only of missing my family and maybe them being sad for a bit

I’ve read a lot of near death experiences and watched you tube vids on it too

These days death is prevailing the news

[noddingoff]

Can you smell it? (:

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Yes it’s nothing nice is it