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About This Poem
Hypoxia Lilies
A bed of satin to rest a head,
Eulogistic words on lips said
Sufficating sweet smell of lilies,
Paradise lost now bane's Achilles.
Bible thumping in a funeral knell,
Quiescent in this state I dwell.
Episodes of hypoxia overwhelm,
Lost in the stench of death's realm.
......And the tormented scream,
A serenade, in a nightmarish dream.
.......An awareness you're all alone,
Silent screams are YOUR own......
Within reality the sorrow and tears,
A lover mourns for fleeting past years.
.....Afterlife....HA......what a crock of lies,
Condemned to bare.... kin and kith cries.
All senses alert, Rigor Mortis, hyper-feelings,
Staring rigid at ornate ceilings.
Then.....the coffin lid slams down,
You're buried 6 feet to ground.
A spirit still inhabits a rotting hull,
Insects burrowing into your skull.
..........Feeling the burn,
As worms dine and churn.
Formaldehyde weeps from pores... the worst,
.............and you ARE cursed
Hypoxia lilies asphyxiate a sullied sod,
......The iniquitous belief.... there is no God.
Guilt and remorse.......
....A par for the main course.
...........The insects hum....
And the realization......hell has just begun.
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