Systematical Disaster

by Renegade Angel   Jul 12, 2017

There may be a coil in my back.

Like something breathing heat in my cold body.

It seems like there is something trying to revive me.

A hand covers my mouth as I try to breathe, and have the harsh air escape my lungs.

“She’s not breathing”, they say. I am all tears and anger.

They don’t want me to breathe, they don’t want me to be anything but a doll.

Another disaster, I breathe.

Again my lungs collapse from the weight of disaster.

“Consider her gone”, one person states.

My memories become dead, as hands pull the life out of my lifeless body.

Just a floating, systematical disaster.

There goes another.


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  • 5 months ago

    by Brenda

    Powerful stuff here. I was engrossed all the way and BAM! Well done-

  • 5 months ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    wow - another poem that shocks. Your ability is diverse - here you have decided to space each line. This, for me, created the space to absorb without confusion.

    I like the dialogue, like a story, an image of an ER room. But this is more, a planned disaster, one that has followed on from the last.

    The trailing end is like a soul leaving a body - one disaster too many. . .

    • 5 months ago

      by Renegade Angel

      You hit the nail on the head. I was using hospital imagery to make my vision easier to put together

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