How discourteous Death is
by Vikki Owens
Why is it
that Death is always such a surprise
and so shockingly painful?
You never know
just how much a living being can mean to you,
until you are given the news
and you are suddenly doubled over
and gasping for breath.
Death has no reverence for
anniversaries or coincidences,
for special occasions, solemn days
or even for the every day
when that living being was happy and smiling
and playing and laughing
and then the sun goes down
and you wake up and things are all wrong
and before the next sunset
that living being is gone. Death has come
and stolen his breath
and left you thinking
'how? how? how? he was just here, he was just fine,
we were just so happy, there was no signs'
and your mind can not compute it,
Death does not grant you a warning
so that the tiny threads of your heart will tear slowly,
it is always a sudden explosion in your chest
and your heart has been obliterated, with no apologies or care
and Death does not offer reasons
and Death does not accept trades, or barters or gifts.
No exchanges or deals, not
'one more day, please. please.'
Death is not even kind enough to ease your mind
and you are always left with
'what if, what if, I should have, I could have, but why'
and you go over every moment
with a fine tooth comb, looking uselessly for a branch in the tree
that you could have taken instead
that would have left that little life with you,
and your heart could have remained intact.
Days go by, though it feels like time is stopped.
The world is revolving, but you are standing still.
The machinery is working, but you feel as if the pieces arent fitting.
You wash the dishes,
you go to work
you get up in the morning
and lay down at night
your body moves through its motions
but your soul
has fallen to its knees
pulling at its clothes
shedding tear after invisible tear,
choking, gagging on sobs
and finally, just
Posted on 02/20/2009
Copyright © 2022 Vikki Owens
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/20/09 at 03:36 PM|
...vicki, well described--the indescribable...very well written, not absent the pain, sorta right in the middle of it...sounds a tad personal...so, my prayers are w/ you...
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/20/09 at 04:00 PM|
A brilliant bit of reporting from the darkness. Well done.
|Posted by George Hoerner on 02/20/09 at 07:22 PM|
Vikki, wow what a strong write. This shower of emotion you've laid on a piece of paper. Certainly if "death" could read and saw this it would take trip, ashamed of itself, possibly even dying in the process. Really so well done it should go to the head of the class or at least POTD!