NO MORE PAIN

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

I dreamed serene
Granite hands held
Tears in eyes
Of passing time
Midway in a vision
Upon a carpet ride
Everything fluid
Sublime.

In the front row
Of a cinema
Giant screen 
Rushing thoughts
My life made
Into a movie
Good and bad
Combined.

Then I realised
I was dying
A hospital ceiling
Replaced the screen
Mortality a structure
In collapse
I dreamed
I seemed.

To drift into
Hibernation
Frozen solid
In a frame
No Gods
No angelic figures
No voices
No more pain.

 

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  • sorenbarrett

    Graphic and nicely worded this poem presents the process of death in stark images of reality both good and bad. Nicely done



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