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At The Point Of Departure

A wall holds a bright white clock, Five minutes tick to breach the span. Time is relative only to breathing, While immortality strives to live. I rise from the depths of pain, In fragrant mist of triumph. The room unfolds behind me, Where flesh obliges morbid death. In parting, I reap one last glance, To those that begrudge my leaving. I bend to wipe their cheeks from tears, As their souls churn in saddened anguish. My spirit trembles between sorrow and joy, Being pulled by love from earth and heaven. Then, the time is marked upon the doctor’s chart, Releasing me to my glorious eternal departure.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 3/25/2016 1:30:00 PM
Beautiful thinking...
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Date: 10/30/2012 7:04:00 PM
A tough subject, but you handled it very well. Nice to read your work. I also llike your little rhyme on mice and spiders. Thank you for your comments on my "Puzzle Me Not". Love, Joyce
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Date: 10/16/2012 10:56:00 AM
Very expressive and emotive work..It is not an easy thing to face and write about one's own mortality but the good part is where the immortal meets and conquers the mortal..Thanks for stopping by..Your kind review was uplifting..Sara
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Date: 10/16/2012 10:22:00 AM
A touching and deeply poem - very well written. - Have a nice afternoon. - oxox love Anne-Lise :)
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