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Click hereDeaf and dumb and paralyzed and blind,
an old old woman left with just her mind,
imagine if you can
my very private world.
I am heart and lungs and peristaltic urge,
no more than that.
They feed me, change me, wash me,
dress my used up carcass for the world
and call it life.
Life holds no further threats and Death no fear,
grown so familiar he seems a friend.
Nor will the false promises of lying gods
or of resurrected hopes
confound me now.
Spirit, god-ness, wisdom sustain me now,
say I am still equal to this task.
It is enough to know
that I may leave
and be content.
The body broken, beached and in decay,
waits only for the ebb tide of its days.
I shall now die and my self will find,
sanctity.
In oblivion.
I think this would read better without the word "further" and an unfortunate repetition of the word life from one stanza to the next. Otherwise, very effective and one of your best poems.
of your poem. It is sad but elegaic and dignified. I agree with Rain Man that an edit that made the look of the poem progressively more spare would be a very effective visual counter to the theme. What I wouldn't change though is the plain honesty of the language. It communicates the acceptance of an inevibility really well. :)
Peace,
Angeline
Nice and clean. A fine poem.
I question only two things - the structure that allows the lines to shrink in length as each strophe progresses (I suppose that was done to reflect the shrinkage of life with age? or, impending death?)
I also think the poem is more effective if you eliminate the last strophe, which seems to be a repeat, more or less, of the previous one, which I like better.
Nice work.