Stillborn

By Highhat

Mon, 02 May 2011
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6 comments
 

All is rusty, dusty.
Sunset
seems to repair
our daily
traverses
across the moors.
Heather on
fire,
lit by a star-spark,
kicked all the way from Mars.
You seem to be unemployed.
How could they have done it?
Forgotten you, when you were invisible.
Take another bite of the future!
Now never seems to be enough.
Rushing forth to wipe out the
present pain of
the past.
Talk to me:
tell me why it is burning?
This fiery glow:
this dawn of dreams.
It’ll never work.
Not as long as you live.
Though the images seem to fade.
Luckily!
It has taken ages to get
here,
inside this womb.
You may draw your last
breath
before you are stillborn
Imagine!

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Comments

Submitted by fatboy74 on
Something rather mesmerizing about this Pia, I enjoyed it very much. Not sure what 'inside this whom.' is, whether typo or not? Good stuff. :-)

 

Submitted by maisie on
hi Pia, i liked it too! very fae in parts, and quite minimal. controlled is good. i can see it as lyrical too, can you sing?

maisie angel Guess what?  I'm still alive!

Submitted by Highhat on
Hi FB yes a stupid typo- I have changed it to womb now- sorry- Thank you for your comment- glad you liked it. ;)Pia

Submitted by Highhat on
Hi maisie- No I can't sing. ;D thank you very much for reading and your kind comment. ;)Pia

Submitted by phase2 on
"You seem to be unemployed" "It has taken ages to get here, inside this womb. You may draw your last breath before you are stillborn Imagine!" seem dreadfully sad, but very very good

 

Submitted by Highhat on
Thanks for reading Phase- I suppose life can be that way now and again. ;)Pia