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Slow Death

by Adrian Calhoun

Pushing as hard as possible,
faster and faster getting things done.
Business takes control,
finances and success dictate attention.
The leftovers, few as they are,
go to family and personal life.

Kicking harder and harder everyday,
screaming silently, outloud in the mind.
The anger and hatred coming toward others,
should be directed at the one spewing it.

Mad about precious moments lost forever,
special occassions missed and gone.
All the should ofs, could haves,
life is what happened and passed right on by.

One night, like years of other nights,
too much stress, a few drinks too many,
a little too much cocaine, or just too much excess,
finally takes its toll.

It took sixty years for the body to die,
but his heart died some forty years prior.
It was a slow death.


Posted on 11/06/2002
Copyright © 2024 Adrian Calhoun

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/06/02 at 01:17 PM

Poignant, strongly emotinal, a bit depressing; you have drawn a vivid picture of one who has given himself to materialism with only bitterness as a consequence. Very effectively portrayed.

Posted by Cathlyn Cartier on 11/06/02 at 02:17 PM

You've given reason to stop and think, as I started reading this I could see myself in many ways. Wonderfully written, capturing what too many of us are guilty of...letting life pass us by, and missing out on truly living.

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