Do you know the sounds of a person
banging on a coffin to escape?
I do.
I want to be dead.
Being trapped alive
is worse than complete despair.
There shall be no foreshadow.
Wooden Sounds of Rememberance
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Blog: Stillfugue Topics:Fiction, Poetry, Essays
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#1 by Life: Between the lines on March 3, 2011 - 7:07 pm
O! I do dear sir, I do….you wish to breathe but can’t. You want to get up and run but can’t. You are confined in this single place and it is stifling you…all you can hear is your heart beating the seconds ’till your dying breath…o dear sir, how surely I do.
#2 by Carl on March 3, 2011 - 11:50 pm
Oh, thank you for your comment. Thank you for making it not so alone!
#3 by Evelyn on March 3, 2011 - 8:09 pm
Man.
you make me worry.
your expressions of “this” are obviously sincere
I hate that Im saying this. I know writing it isnt doing it.
this is a haunt, beauty that will linger sadly…
#4 by Carl on March 3, 2011 - 11:52 pm
You get tired of fighting and then you can write about it and stay seated in your couch and wait for tomorrow.
#5 by Kathy Boles-Turner on March 4, 2011 - 7:02 am
I’ve never felt like this, but the imagery you create and the voice that comes through loud and clear via this amazing poem is breathtaking.
#6 by Carl on March 4, 2011 - 7:16 am
Thank you, Kathy. Your words are very kind. They mean so much, make the day better.
#7 by breathenoah on March 4, 2011 - 7:50 pm
eek!
#8 by Carl on March 5, 2011 - 9:54 am
Indeed. Thanks for stopping by.