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A Dead Man’s Words
In the time since my death,
All I’ve done is recall.
Absurd!
Life truly is.
How shall I proceed?
I have no place to walk.
No legs to walk with.
I am still,
But the world won’t stop moving.
I reset the clocks hands,
They simply move in tandem now.
Ever forward,
Chasing something.
I don’t need to follow,
I believe it’s me they’re running after.
How dare death and it’s big looming figure,
Let me slip.
Why hadn’t it bound me in iron?
Naivety?
Or perhaps deep understanding of human nature?
Pity,
I quite enjoyed running.
I wonder where we’re heading,
Or if this beast knows I’ve hardly been alive for years.
All I’ve done is recall.
Absurd!
Life truly is.
How shall I proceed?
I have no place to walk.
No legs to walk with.
I am still,
But the world won’t stop moving.
I reset the clocks hands,
They simply move in tandem now.
Ever forward,
Chasing something.
I don’t need to follow,
I believe it’s me they’re running after.
How dare death and it’s big looming figure,
Let me slip.
Why hadn’t it bound me in iron?
Naivety?
Or perhaps deep understanding of human nature?
Pity,
I quite enjoyed running.
I wonder where we’re heading,
Or if this beast knows I’ve hardly been alive for years.
Published 12th Jul 2024
Author's Note
What’s constitutes being dead? An absence of life, or breathing stopping? Two very different concepts, yet used interchangeably. I urge Death to look closer, I’ve been dead for years. I am not rotting, though I am withered. Reap me!
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