Memories

sorenbarrett

As your throat is cut

And the last drop flows from your veins

As your eyes close

And no energy in your body remains

As you mind drifts away

And blackness is all that you see

When nothingness takes over

Let your last thought be of me

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 21st, 2022 13:18
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  • L. B. Mek

    erm, this is a little scary
    may i ask
    what is it, your muse
    did
    to be subjected, to such
    a ritualist - form
    of assassination
    is this
    some kind of Halal, mercy?
    lol
    (flipped it on ya, eh?
    forgive me
    for being rude, hope
    you can understand
    why I turned to humour
    to take the obsidian edge
    of these, rather bleak
    read
    dear cherished Poet)
    thanks for sharing

    • sorenbarrett

      Thank you L. B. for your review and comment. Yes I was hesitant to post this but it has a deeper meaning. It should be titled A poet's memories. When words are stopped as by a cut throat and every drop of inspiration is drained the rest becomes apparent.

      • L. B. Mek

        ahh ok, so less literal
        phew...
        and yes those cut throat's
        drain us, of something much more
        precious than our money or time
        usually, the dispirited state
        we're left, after dealing with all their Bul sht
        puts us out of commission for a long while
        kinda like, that bitter aftertaste
        of a pint from the bottom of the barrel
        just before it gets changed, you scowl
        and promise yourself, you're
        just gonna stick to lager's instead
        at least there's no mistaking
        those barrel bottom thin heads;
        until, you get a fresh cold one
        in your hand again..
        then the feel returns
        and the games, begin
        again...
        lol
        stay Strong! dear cherished Poet



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