Anonomus Scorpio Poet Monorhyme

Climbing down

I've carried time like a coffin — an eternity.
Feels heavier than dark gravity
Devotion that cruel peculiarity;
in me, it shattered — clarity 
now it's just deathly polarity.
Structured, then... infirmity
Silence bloated with verbosity!
Thank you expendability
to reach low generality;
close my chest cavity
With immensurability,
blessed by fate's absurd 
decree I kiss the 
edge of certainty.
My unthinkability —
death offers no pity,
It's just a bullet 
labeled tragedy.
To me...
Finally

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CayCay Godwin May 13, 2025 at 10:20 AM Death is but the vehicle that takes us home. Only your body will die, not YOU. Trust, you will feel 'heavenly', better than you ever did inside your body (pardon the heavenly pun.) For me the sadness is the thought of leaving my son and possibly my beloved man here without me. It was healthy for you to spill your issues with death, therapeutic and your fears are certainly very 'human'. A deep emotive write, Scorpion man. Poetry hugs ... CayCay Anonomus Scorpio May 15, 2025 at 11:48 AM Someone told me once the best self therapitizing you can do is writing. Her word not mine, but she is absolutely right! I appreciate the hug :) A.S.

Lin Lane May 13, 2025 at 5:56 AM I would not take kindly to death chasing me down, but to it's end I cannot claim neutrality. Great use of ending sounds, Scorpio. Anonomus Scorpio May 13, 2025 at 9:57 AM Certainly not a desirable race to lose, the finish line might be at a different location, but every single one of us will cross it. I appreciate the kind words very much. Thank you Lin! A.S.

Paige Hind May 12, 2025 at 7:47 PM Very deep, with brevity- a cut through write <3 Anonomus Scorpio May 12, 2025 at 7:52 PM Death at some point it becomes us all, sometimes the butcher sometimes the requisitioner. I hate it in all forms! #Hugs A.S.