Journey's end

By Parson Thru

Thu, 19 Nov 2015
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It looms large for some reason tonight,
The loss of these things:
Life,
Breath,
The beating heart,
The old familiarities.
The scar on your thumb.
The wrinkle at the edge of your eye.
The sound of your voice, heard from inside.
All will be stilled
Silenced,
And boxed.
A dead-weight,
Conveyed to a place of safety
And left.
No different, really, to a worn-out bus,
For those, at least,
Who don't find themselves
At the bottom of the sea.

Certificate U
Poem
Mortality Games
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by Stephen Thom on

heavy stuff but I enjoyed the fragility and awareness in this, seemed very delicate as if to mirror the thoughts. liked phrases like 'the sound of your voice, heard from inside.' pretty, honest, vulnerable work, liked it yes