Finale

The curtain is kept drawn, with Darkness
Peeking through slits, stealing Glimpses of the estranged, riding
The swaying chair, carved by suicide thoughts.

Beats upon the chest,
Thumping echo of the final drip
Caught still, while clenched eyes
Fear to open.

Panic in the cold morning,
When death becomes lucid
And less haunting, instead
Of uncertainty, you’re captured
In the spill into the everlasting moment
When we find ourselves lost.

©DorianPoe 2015

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Eternal Friends

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In the eternal abyss under the Earth
Is a fading man, lonely in the afterlife,
Living in his forgotten tomb
He finds companionship,
One with wings and a certain glow
That illuminates his underworld,
They do not speak, they lie vacant of words,
They do not sing, they lost their melody,
They do not cry, they lie deep in the desert,
All they do, is stare into the space they occupy,
All there is, is the sharing of memories.