Films and Tv, They often lie,
As most of us are alone when we die,
There is no last-minute saviour
From a long lost love.
Just the blue flashing lights
Of the ambulance truck.
We slouch in our chairs,
Bottle in hand,
Losing control of our
limbs and our hands,
I know that I,
Will die alone,
With nothing to show,
And no-one to hold.
No last-minute saviour,
No heroic recovery,
Just A dead body in a chair,
And the medics who discover me.
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Author:
Anonamus (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Very dark. But very well written. I do hope we don’t die alone. X
Thank you.
It happens. Even to well- loved people, unfortunately...
Dying alone is a morbid but undeniable reality for a vast majority, sadly..
but this can occur to anyone, those with plenty of loved one's in their lives, or those with no one..
I think, your poem just adds more weight to the concept of realising every day's potential, no please
do not mistake me for some all-rose tinted hope-fuelled zealot of positivity, rather
I'm just saying:
next time you walk in to a store and you pick up that last bottle of your favourite,
or that show you've been meaning to catch is starting as soon as you switch on your screen,
or an old timer spends a few minutes at crossroad lights sharing some witty chit chat,
try to take a moment and realise, this is why beginnings and ending's seldom matter
to those doing the living, rather
its all those mysterious gifts of subtle solace, that accumulate and add that element of unique seasoning, to give our lives tangible meaning..
and in my own foolish way, this is how I overcome the sobering reality's of life you inked so well,
thanks for sharing dear poet, a great read
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