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The 'D' Word

   
   
   
   
i.   A sign    
     “To be continued.”      
     left on the    
     bedroom door    
     reminding him of    
     disregarded yesterday    
     As it is read      
     shattered        
     fragments of    
     life’s windscreen        
     appear vividly    
     like a dress rehearsal      
     for the afterlife    
        
     But the man has      
     emotions      
     Whilst sheltered      
     they speak volumes      
     sharing     
     his cracked      
     dislocated        
     heart      
     with society and the rest      
     of this unforgiving        
     world    
        
   
ii. An affirmation      
    just two      
    words, was where      
    this tormented      
    bliss began    
    The rubix        
    riddle he's    
    clutching     
    becomes apparent      
        
    Yet still        
    in depths of    
    consciousness    
    the heart        
    races      
    chanting      
    alarming        
    retorts      
    Screaming        
    "suicide"      
    from the depths      
    of dark      
    unexercised      
    bass-less      
    beats    
    Yet it remembers      
    those three letters,      
    oh how easily        
    he shouted      
        
    “I do!”      
        
   
iii.  Today studying     
      new verse     
      Two new words      
      prompted      
      to say        
      at a moment      
      opportune    
        
      He studies them      
      learns them      
      rehearses them      
      auditions        
      in front      
      of his reflection      
      in her full length      
      wall mirror    
      Finally he finds        
      enthusiasm      
      in his voice     
      as he blurts      
      six letters,        
      in harmonious      
      dissonance      
        
   
      “The End.”    
   
   
-x-    
   
Written by RevolutionAL (Alistair Plint)
Published | Edited 19th May 2022
Author's Note
Written by Alistair Plint . (AliP)
13th November 2011.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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