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Going, Going, Gone.

Posted Feb 10, 2021 · 26 lines · 5 critiques

Going
Her departing wheezing breath creates a concoction tidal wave of nervous energy,
Threatening to consume me whole on this island I call paradise.
Beeps like sirens warning the inevitable drowning flat line
Her eyes, a watered glaze, the retracting waves before-
But a simple smile attracts her attention.
Eyes motion with whatever will she has left, and I feel her smile back at me in another sense
A golden, untouched by reality sense
Her weak breaths blow final breezes in paradise

Going
What is death but a motionless sleep?
I caution making noise around her while she’s sleeping, not deeply realising that I can’t wake her now
As everyone leaves me to be, I beg her to wake up and say hi, I could give her a drink and I could say another goodbye
A bandaid to recover after the tidal wave of death

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But death wouldn’t be without a definite end

Gone
They take her away into a van, to be burnt in aflame
Keeping the leftovers as a sentiment
Of someone who was in this constant form
For (undisclosed age) years of my life
With unique sentence structure, voice, accent
Emotions, change, opinion
Throwing the carnage of an expired paradise to be burned
While standing on the shores of the now bleak, baron island
The only way to be okay is to wave goodbye
To the washed away remains of paradise.