MendedFences27

Immured

Immured

 

Stretched out in the back of the large black vehicle

on the way to his immurement

he was trying hard to free his spirit

to leave it outside of this his final resting place.

Perhaps he would be able to sense its freedom

from within, whatever would remain of him.

 

The vehicle rolled to a slow and somber stop.

The back opened and they pulled him out.

A small crowd had gathered to pay respect 

or other sentiments

He wished he had led a fuller life

with more friends than haters

but it was not to be.

 

Now that his life is over

he has nothing but regrets.

 

 A few words were spoken.

People shared a parting whisper 

or maybe a prayer.

Some for sure 

were silently saying ,”Good Riddance.”

 

Once through the gate and inside the walls

he glanced back for a final look

at the world he will no longer know.

That life had ended as he begins his

“Life” sentence.

Comments2

  • L. B. Mek

    love the tonality of this melancholic write
    its unfurling scene, patiently unveiled
    no rushed words or dashes of artistic surreal
    this is relatability, at its most sincere
    this is everyday life, worded succinct
    this is the kind of Poetry, that calls to me!
    thank you for sharing, dear poet
    'Now that his life is over
    he has nothing but regrets.

    A few words were spoken.
    People shared a parting whisper
    or maybe a prayer.
    Some for sure
    were silently saying ,”Good Riddance.”

    Once through the gate and inside the walls
    he glanced back for a final look'

  • Neville


    despite the fact you just poemed my worst nightmare, this is so flaming good ............................... N



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