How I died

By redskittle

Tue, 27 May 2014
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I lie here,
life leaking out of me,
dripping.
The colours wash out.
I watch ghosts approach,
whispering,
content in the grey realm.
I feel a surge of faith,
life trying to preserve itself,
assert itself.
One last fight.
One last stand.
The grey mist descends,
caressing, seducing.
Life trickles out of me.
This is the way the world ends,
Not with a bang but with a whisper.

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Submitted by VeraClark on

I liked this, there's a real visual picture of colour drain and muteness. 

 

Submitted by redskittle on

Thanks so much! :)

Submitted by Tom Brown on

'The grey mist descends, caressing, seducing. Life trickles out of me.' "Feels like I'm knocking on heaven's door."

Excellent poem. You catch the mood perfectly. Keep well. Tom Brown

PS. But perhaps it's a love poem? In which case I would say it's brilliant.

 

Submitted by redskittle on

thanks :) I hadn't thought of it as being a love poem per se, but i definitely see what you mean! that's a really interesting take on it...the narrator 'settles' for someone who doesn't inspire any passion in them but it feels like they can't fight off their advances any longer and so they give in...beautiful! :) i like the way your mind works :) actually, i wrote it when i was stuck in yet another boring work meeting and it seemed to me like my colleagues were lifeless vapid ghosts who were trying to recruit (seduce :D) me and turn me into one of them... analogous in a way to the love theme you mentioned, i guess...