My heart wanted to burst out of my chest
I ignored it, there was no alley but this
The moon was kind to light the path but no more
The alley devoured me but I forged on.
A shadow broke away from the shadows
Formed the silhouette of a jacketed, hooded thug
Before I knew it I felt
Inhuman blade diving in with an unthinkable sting
He pulled it out and buried it into my chest.
What! Why?
Never in my dear life had I foreseen: stabs
Then I was falling, the shadows cushioning me, shrouds
Slowly, I froze as even my own blood was denied my vision
So this is death
What of my family, my wife, my children, my friends?
My dreams?
This can’t be true!
My body fell like thunder on the alley
So this is it
Funny, it felt peaceful
As my goodbye was a sob that screamed the night mute
A hand slapped my forehead
An angel perhaps?
A blinding light hit my eyes
From the window
My wife was beside me on the bed
Accidentally plopped her hand on me
As she shifted in her sleep.
Filed under: Existentialist Poetry, Poetry, Psychology, death
This is fantastic! My favorite line…”As my goodbye was a sob that screamed the night mute” Wonderful my friend!!
This is impressive, tomachi. I am very glad to have discovered your blog. Thank you for your comments on mine.
Thank you, Katherine! Same here.
What a good read! I do love the old rapier twist ending. It is so unexpected, and skillfully executed. Kudos..
Ever experienced something like in your dreams? I was actually sweating cold sweat when I woke up. But here, it’s more like a symbolism on how life surprises one.
What a good read, Tom! I do love the old rapier twist ending. It is so unexpected, and skillfully executed. Kudos..
100 points!
Wow, thanks! I wish you the best, friend!
i too, loved the line – “As my goodbye was a sob that screamed the night mute”
the contradiction of the violence and peaceful feelings of death was quite good. well done, tom. impressive.
sarah
Sarah, that’s true. It was a actual dream and I was quite at a loss on how to describe what I thought was imminent termination. It was indescribable and the poverty of my words in this piece would have to suffice, but I’m glad you read it that way. Be well always.