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Premature Cremation

A sliver of bright light seeps into the darkness Echo of voices reverberate inside my head I'm in limbo, I can't move Am I alive, am I dead? I don't feel any pain, I don't feel much of anything But there's a sense of dread foreshadowing me, an unease that I can't seem to shake free I want to scream, but I'm disoriented thoroughly My eyes move, that's all, nothing else So I glance around, I see white lab coats, and black body bags on metal slabs An antiseptic smell permeates the air, masking the scent that death lives here The voices are slowly becoming clear, and what I'm hearing brings horror to my ear They're talking very dispassionately about dispatching me, how there's no need to contact next of kin, given I'm government property I give a silent scream: somebody help me please! My lips can't move though, I'm paralyzed completely What happened to me, how did I get in this predicament? Memory is foggy, with only one mental flash coming in and out A battlefield with sounds of gunfire and bombs, I must be a soldier no doubt But those cold, rational voices intrude on me again, and I get more terrified by what they're saying They say they want to remove my cybernetic limbs, download the memory in my positronic brain Place it in a new prototype version, then scrap the remains Burn all the evidence, incinerate any signs of their illegal activity I want to scream I'm alive Listen, listen to me! I sense movement, wheels rolling swiftly Now I'm descending into a dark place, towards a room aglow, with a sign above it that says: Ye who enter, abandon all hope I let out one last silent scream My eyes widen as I approach the flames, but I can feel no heat I hear my inner voice intone a final notation ... RCN unit #0247895 has been summarily sentenced to a premature cremation

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Cheryl Hoffman

Date: 12/14/2016 7:29:00 PM

Wow, talk about a living nightmare…this is sci-fi awesome Freddie!:)

Stephen Pennell

Date: 12/13/2016 1:28:00 PM

nightmarish poem freddie good imaginary stephen

Janis Thompson

Date: 12/12/2016 2:38:00 PM

You are very prophetic in your verse. I hope I'm not still here then but I think this must be about a robot or an android of some type. Hopefully not a person. It is very well written Freddie. A 7

Paul Callus

Date: 12/12/2016 10:45:00 AM

Wow! Freddie, this is dark, chilly, impressive and expressive all in one. Surely not a situation to end up in, but I suppose that this is what the future has in store for us! Full marks to you! Regards // paul

Freddie Robinson Jr.
Date: 12/12/2016 12:47:00 PM

Ty Paul. I explained the poem in the comment boxes below yours if you care to come visit again and read them. Ty for the glowing comments. Love and peace to you, dear friend.

Caycay Jennings

Date: 12/12/2016 9:17:00 AM

I do not know where to begin. This is unique despite having a known basic premise, intelligent, dramatic, deep, sci-fi-ish and horror-ish both, it has a grabbing beginning, an intense middle and a shudder worthy ending. Your write is a complete package, very applicable to today's word and it is delivered with talent, no doubt. 7 and WOW ... CayCay

Freddie Robinson Jr.
Date: 12/12/2016 12:42:00 PM

Sorry, CayCay. This just isn't my day. I keep messing up w/the comment box, putting the wrong name in. Sorry about that. Been shoveling snow all morning, I'm just fatigued. Love your interest in the poem. Read the comments on this poem and I explained it to the other poets/poetesses. Love and peace to you.

Freddie Robinson Jr.
Date: 12/12/2016 12:40:00 PM

Yeah, Probir. I tried to make this scenario be likened to a futuristic version of hell. Very good observation, sir. Love your support. Love and joy to you.

Probir Gupta

Date: 12/12/2016 8:58:00 AM

Many of us are well experienced to relate to this hell ... all pell mell ... the very existence derailed ... in spite of the harsh prosaicness, your poetry sails on very well ...

Freddie Robinson Jr.
Date: 12/12/2016 12:33:00 PM

Sorry, Probir. I get mixed up w/the comment boxes from time to time. Ty for your interest, my friend. Love and peace to you.

Freddie Robinson Jr.
Date: 12/12/2016 12:30:00 PM

Ty, Alexis. This is a piece from a short story idea I had. This person about to be cremated is a convict who signed on to be part of an illegal military experiment to create super soldiers. The only catch is that if you're injured on the battlefield, you get on medical aid, you get hauled away and cremated. Ty for your interest. Love and peace to you.

Alexis Y.

Date: 12/12/2016 7:43:00 AM

WoW! Freddie, This is so well written. Everything seems so real. You brought the read into pure horror. Something fishy is going on, how did this solider get in this predicament? This write gave me chills. The only thing I could think of was hell! Excellent job! This is top notche poetry. A without a doubt seven:-) Alexis

Freddie Robinson Jr.
Date: 12/12/2016 12:34:00 PM

Sorry, Alexis. I put your comment in Probir Gupta's comment box. My bad.

Freddie Robinson Jr.
Date: 12/12/2016 12:32:00 PM

Oops. You get no medical aid, you get hauled away and cremated.

Lewis Raynes

Date: 12/12/2016 3:46:00 AM

Wow, yes. This is poetry

Freddie Robinson Jr.
Date: 12/12/2016 3:57:00 AM

Ty, Lewis. I do appreciate you dropping by and commenting on my work. I will most certainly return the kind gesture. Love and peace to you.