A 'Lonely' Death

by Alice   Jul 28, 2018

I imagine now a lonely death,
where I may muster sickened breaths
and melt amongst those glassy stones-
a greyish drip inching home
through the scank and fetid ground
where life may sink
without a sound.
And I may be forgotten then-
an old maid rotted in her den
unlike a lion left for vulture’s kiss,
lovers’ll leave what mould won’t miss.
So as old bones obscured in bog,
I will fade out
into the fog.

Yet are we even alone at all,
If all the world must take this fall?


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  • 4 years ago

    by Ren

    Awesome write!! It really does bring some of that uncertainty of life's many mysteries to the surface of your mind. Well done!

  • 4 years ago

    by Lost One

    You're making me was to write again! This is great. You have a talent when it comes to painting a picture with words.

  • 4 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    oh just beautiful!

  • 4 years ago

    by Em (marmite)

    I agree with Mr D this is really good... Eerily good and alot of food for thought. We all are afraid of death and I think that even those of us that choose suicide are afraid at some point beforehand. I absolutely loved this.. Especially how you set it out

  • 4 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    This is good. The meter flows well through most of the poem. Line 5 flow would be improved like this:
    "the scank and through the fetid ground"

    Take care.

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