writing Thought about death, and the life that leads it

[Ferret Girl 2,642]

It is in this moment, here with my rasping breaths, heaving chest, and bloodied hands that I lie. Growing feint with every passing moment, wondering about the complexities of life, the meaning for every reason that compels us to go on, and finding every reason to be a question in another form with another meaning. As my vision blurs, these wondering thoughts move and twist about, forming pictures of the life I lived, here and there the choices I made, all the love that was given and received, and the reasons I never stopped. And this, this is when the darkness begins to creep. Surrounding the edges of my vision, a sickly thing, moving about in abrupt and harsh movements across all the vivid images that I see. The crooked thing that it is, consuming every thought that wandered around, and left me with nothing more to consider, as I lie still. All of this upon the final heave of my chest as it falls, never to rise again. Yet even through that moment of abysmal darkness, the beauty of it all shined through. Magnificence like that of no other, all in the form of what I can only hope to describe as “true beauty”. This form, approaching the breathless me and providing a warmth that just abandoned me, as my hands are now encompassed in its, as we walk away together.

 

-David F.

[Misty Shadow 7,956]

That was pretty good. I'm no good at free verse poetry and I usually prefer poems with rhyme, but the imagery in that poem was really effective and the theme spoke to me. Good work!