Undead (an acrostic poem)

Until I had breathed my last I had never thought about my mortality

Now those last few moments I wondered a lot about it through the pain

Death, as I found out, can be a tricky subject now

Even as I felt my heartbeat that last time I knew something was wrong

All I wanted to do was move for a light, or into space, or anywhere else than this body

Damned that I get to be a walking corpse for the rest of eternity.  Kill me now!

Dead (an acrostic poem)

Determined to finish a poem tonight

Every word takes a piece of my soul

Anything I put down won’t be good enough

Don’t want to think about my creative mortality

 

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Cliff (an acrostic poem)

Careening towards the precipice

Look at forever and trying to get away

I took a step back from the brink

Finding myself confronting my mortality

Feeling that that last step can happen another day

 

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