Living Dead

Eyes black out
Visions shout
A rope invites
Delivers just right

Already dead

Pretty profile draws blank
Where feelings sank
A brutal brick wall
A smashed face to appal

Already dead

Heart pumps black
Blood oozes out but never back
The sweet edge of a blade
Penetrates this masquerade

Already dead

Sleeping softly in my bed
Already dead
Already dead

Watching dancers end the dread
Already dead
Already dead

Shhh! On waking. Visions unsaid
Already dead
Already dead

No need in mourning tears to shed
Still breathing
Still beating
Still walking
Still waking
But oh so long past



  • Andrew Charles Forrest

    many questions... very thought provoking
    Great piece well penned

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  • Michael Edwards

    A great write Sylvia - I don't quite know why but it's reminded me of a reggae song I used to listen to in about 1960. All I can remember are the lines:

    Back to back
    belly to belly
    i don't give a damn
    I'm done dead already.

    Must try and look it up.

    • sylviasearcher

      I’d be interested to hear it.

      Thanks for your kind words 😊

      • Michael Edwards

        Jumbie Jamboree - sounds more like Blue Beat - not the version I recall but fairly close:

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      • Santita

        A piece that stirs in the dark depths of soul. To live without living, the living dead. There is such ache that brims in this, you have composed each word with precision to evoke stark emotion. An incredible write.

        • sylviasearcher

          Thanks Santita, it was written from
          some very dark depths indeed.

        • Neville

          this is very dark indeed..

          it feels like there may be sunshine behind those drawn curtains.... ........ ..... maybe

          • sylviasearcher

            Put out the light? And then put out the light?

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