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Author Name: Adminrich53 15 Comments
Date Added: June 16, 2005 01:06:21 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Deathglow
 


Damage known, I turn but can't escape,
The bright flickering illusion like a gate.
Drawing me inwards, it consumes,
All the visions, words, and thoughts,
I ever knew, leaving me unwarmed.

Burning every limb out from under my grasp,
As from my own tree of memory I pass.
I reach out to touch a precious limb,
But this firewind reaches just ahead,
Forming yellow cinders that turn to dust.

No vision, desperately trying to I focus I must,
On fading voices and sounds - was that my heart?
Not music but a feeling, what was that?
The warm comfort and pressure of skin replaced,
A numb sensation of weightless floating in the dark.

In the realm of dreams, no longer can I hide.
For there is no music there to remember,
All visions of my sweetheart are gone.
No memories or faces or touching my children.
Empty, with nothing anymore to elicit response.

Last traces of biological energy and electrical action,
All there is left in this, humble shell contraption.
The cold burn of final fireglow fades.
The soul left, only waiting to depart.
Time left, for one final beat of the heart.
 
 
Author's Notes:
Just trying to imagine what my father went through.... No disrespect to anyone's beliefs intended.... 

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Comments:
Comment By: FreeGoliath Assassin on February 4, 2007 01:18:05 AM Report
This is top-notch, Richard!  I really liked it alot!  A favorite for sure!
Comment By: ModeratorHenry M. on December 17, 2006 09:39:57 AM Report
Very well written poem Richard, I guess no one will ever really know what it's like until they experience it, and then, you won't be able to tell anyone.

 

                                                     Henry

Comment By: FreeChristin Mowery on December 12, 2006 10:09:42 PM Report
Very creative. Nice work.

Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on October 3, 2006 03:02:46 AM Report
This is incredibly sincere Richard, a meaninful, masterfully penned piece. BRAVO!

 

~Barbara~

Comment By: Freeshannon lee on September 11, 2006 12:57:43 AM Report

Time left, for one final beat of the heart.


 


Good for the soul.


Good for knowing it is true.


Comment By: FreePelagic Mind on July 15, 2006 10:27:44 AM Report
A melancholy poem supported by the nostalgia in your voice...nice piece..
Comment By: FreeThe Mystic Poet on June 22, 2006 06:50:18 PM Report
Those poem is very well written. The imagry is wonderful. Excellent
Comment By: Freecuddlytiger on November 26, 2005 11:22:28 PM Report
I loved the ending to this poem, and the title was creative. A very sad but well-written piece. Descriptive and capturing in every way.
Comment By: FreeThe Bag Lady on August 26, 2005 12:55:53 AM Report
Such intensity in this work~ It makes one heavy with feeling like part of yourself is leaving one by one~ What it might be like, is well written in thought, Richard~ Awesome concept~
Margaret
Comment By: FreeAlison Storm Wolf on July 29, 2005 03:24:13 AM Report
A highly original and thought provoking poem.
Alison SW
Comment By: on June 21, 2005 07:54:03 PM Report
very nice poem
liked it alot

kayla
Comment By: FreeLeonard Wilson on June 18, 2005 07:14:30 AM Report
This is good...The step by step shutdown of a living organism must be very similar to this...And As my soul departed the earthly remains of what was once mistaken to be me, it heard a small voice.And the small voice said....."Turn off the light, on your way out, willya?"
Comment By: FreeSavanahB on June 16, 2005 06:08:23 PM Report
Good God Richard, a picture of the end of all we know..what next? Anything? Nothing? The spirit flickers out....Jude
Comment By: FreeRoger Bacon on June 16, 2005 03:42:14 PM Report
I think you imagined well. This is very sensitive and I am taken back by it.
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on June 16, 2005 04:11:28 AM Report
RICHARD
OH MY GOD, THIS IS A MASTERPIECE!! SO WELL WRITTEN AND WITH GREAT FEELINGS. ***** .HUGS ~ SHE




 


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