Living In Black

All about death!

Burden of living spirals

about like a winding road.

Life is seen through shades

of commitment,

blinding the pleasure to live.

Existence is full of fear.

 

Dreaming neon black,

death is my passion,

my survival.

Deconstruction is drowning me.

Blackness is my reflection.

 

Wavelengths of colors refracting.

Death's rainbow is near,

causing images to flash.

Mind is a colorful firework

of imagery.

Impending death is approaching.

 

Overwhelming pain grips the soul.

Presence of light all around.

Dream-like visions dance about.

Death is my friend

while serenity is the enemy.

 

The end is welcoming.

Time has no place,

the clock has stopped.

I soar beyond the dreaming,

death looming closer,

filling me with

nothingness.

 

Author's Note

Tell me what you think!

Reviews

[?]

wow, now this was awesome along with the imagery,
me? I am so scared of death.
Excellent

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This journey into the light haunts me.
The imagery was spectacular.

[trainwreck]

i love the phrase neon black! that was beautiful! Great poem.

[Tina Kline]

Excellent work. The bringing on of the peace of death after a painful life (for whatever reason) is highlighted with excellent imagery on this cleverly woven in. It takes away the fear the reader might have felt knowing your death is at hand.

[Poetic Beauty]

This reminds me of someone who has struggled with a terrible illness and is welcoming the silence the end. This was done very well and they details are done with clarity that show the emotions.

[LA Lorena]

This is certainly a much darker write than I am used to seeing coming from you. Part of another challenge? You've used some very strong imagery to paint this dark piece. (1st stanza, line 2, should read winding road, rather than wanding)