enfeebled in a languid gaze.
The failing sting of numbing agony,
suspended in a moment of conclusion.
Faint feelings forlorn, forsaken
fade in a soft, silent, slipping soul.
Your misty, damp, eye vapour,
for a musty, dark eventuality.
Oh!
Do you see the tunnel?
Do you see the light?
Do you see your carcass?
Do you see His face?
Look!
Six feet,
Drawing near,
Drawing fear,
Flashes of panic!
Schizophrenic synapse!
Oh! Doubt, Thomas ,Doubt!
For judgment beckons!
Ashes, dust, mortal aftermath.
Is this Zion or the nether?
No,
it is naught.
Yes,
it is naught.
Inspired by the departing of loved ones
7 comments:
damn good man! absolutely crisp...so many images in your poetry that it's like a painting. even those who do not understand will stand and stare in wonder.
morbid man.. love the dark ambiance of the colors and words.
Good stuff mate.. dude so you are on the lines to compete with the greatest poets!
Azmat
Really well written. A pondering mind has carefully and successfully digitized thoughts that one would think are inexpressible. :)
Brilliant.
And this new template rocks!
This is soooo good!! background goes with your expression.
Awesome!
death did u say??!
no comments...'coz its not the end.....
good job! keep it up...!!
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