The Last
July 17th, 2023
My Last One.
I spotted him quickly once I arrived. Eyes bloodshot and drooping, back slouched over the bowl of a toilet. The feigning, drowning, once king of rock and roll, was sitting helpless before me. He leaned back slowly, eyes meeting mine. I watched as they glassed over, all fear gone from his gaze. I slowly pulled off my dark hood and sank to the floor next to him.
Most people see the best moments of their life pass in front of them before they go. The drugs were helping him as well, to slip away seamlessly. "Mama," he mumbled, "I just miss Julie." He said quietly, with a small, somber smile. Tears burned down his cheeks. He looked up at me again with tender eyes, his rock and roll façade had faded away. In this moment I could see the young boy he once was. A kid with big dreams and a heavy heart.
I opened my arms to him, he slumped over in relief and folded into me. I felt as he breathed a long sigh, releasing years of sorrow. The man was covered in layers of dirt, sweat, and stage makeup. As I brushed away his falling tears he nuzzled into my chest like a child. This was the worst part. He sensed something, smiled up at me and said, "My Julia." His smile drifted, and I watched as the last fog of life passed through his eyes. They closed softly, then the last breath escaped his lungs. Before I knew it tears began to stream down my cheeks as well.
As I held him there on the floor like a small boy, I wept as I thought of all the souls I had swept up throughout the century. How many mothers I coddled in their final moments, listened as they cried out for their children, begging not to go. The elderly who climbed willingly into my arms, tired from life's long journey. The soldiers that wished for one last goodbye. Or the ones that trekked over calmly, tired and having accepted their fate days before. The babies and toddlers I needed to take, my sorrow consuming me. I watched them for as long as I could, watched the drool pour over their chin as they slept. Or watched as they clung to their favorite stuffed animal, looking so small in their hospital beds.
I wept for them. All of them. There is no judgement in death. I look down at the man in my arms. A filthy drug addict, that cheated on girlfriends, and stopped calling his mom. A man who questioned God, and wished for a father, who missed his sister, and loved his friends. I gently laid his body down, positioning him to look as peaceful as possible. I leaned down and kissed his cheek, trying my best to remember that feeling of stubble on my lips.
I rose, the lost singer's soul still clinging to my body. Now I'd take him away, leaving him in a waiting room of sorts, never to encounter him again. I took my time, appreciating and reminiscing all the gentle souls I've carried. My time as the Grim Reaper of life is finished. I will hang up my cloak and resume my existence with the others, indebted to the gods for giving me this generous opportunity to right my wrongs.
Good bye.
Pounds of Flesh
My mind wonders often
it delves into
the abyss of eternity
questioning and wandering
about its own mortality
for it's trying to discern
what’s waiting
on the other end
of the long tunnel
so it can free itself
from the genie of smokes
and the euphoric pandora
box chained within
relentlessly fighting
to expose the older man
who is hiding
under the mask
and white lies,
who truly yearns
to free the lost younger-boy
who’s trapped beneath
the pounds of flesh
that’s beating nonstop
yet non-responsive
to his demands
like an ear foreign to
a deafening sound
MidnightInk 8-17-2022
The Road I Never Took.
Life is a phenomenon
which cannot be explained,
full of mysteries,opportunities and misfortunes,
which all arise when we don’t expect them,
for every road you’ll take, you will miss the one you didn’t.
yet in the end,
not losing hope and keep going is what we all should be doing.
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The Dangerous Smile
Nothing Scares An Enemy More.
Than A Person Who Keeps Smiling And Trying.
Despite His Enemies Best Efforts.
To Try And Stop Him From Succeeding.
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Blue diamond
I just want to be happy.
See you laugh with your mouth wide open.
It gives me satisfaction.
A life worth living.
I just want to wake up proud.
See the stars shining through you.
It gives me satisfaction.
A life rich with healing.
I just want to love you.
See our days perfumed with grace.
It gives me satisfaction.
A life of understanding.
I just want nothing more.
Seeing you happy in a million frames...
It gives me satisfaction.
A life worth celebrating.
A life of healing and understanding is worth living with celebration...
Someone Like Me
Crimson red roses bloomed at night,
In that peculiar house, the only house with a light
I looked up at the sky and saw the moon shine,
And I howled and howled as if the whole world was mine.
Was I too loud? For I saw something come out,
It was from the house’s window, a woman’s silhouette
Wearing her nightgown, she walked to the balcony,
Half man and half wolf, she was surprised to see me.
Then something unusual happened, something hard to believe,
As I saw perfectly carved horns and wings come out from her body!
“I am Angel,” she said “the only one left behind.”
“I am Alpha,” said I “the last of my kind.”
The clock struck twelve and the church bells chimed,
We said nothing else, we just stood there and smiled.
So there’s someone like me, yet nice and suave,
Someone like me, someone I love.
Heat
Darkness surrounds me
The flames from my pain light my way
I hear voices that echo in my heart
I walk through crowded streets with melodies
Yet, I’m a vengeful ghost
Face to face I give you bleeding love
I bow my thoughts down to my colleague’s
When my soul cry’s it rains down pointed black tears
I reach out my hand to restore light bearing life
Only to find broken universal fears
I bathe in these fears to exhort strengthened heat
Scattered dreams running wild touch me
My thoughts are blinded by my heart
My love language is coded by the templar
My words are assassins for my creed
With every breath I take comes a lyrical chess game
Death is tatted in my eyes with a torched white flame
I am love embedded in a targeted speeding bullet
Giving looks that kill from eye’s that never wander
My change is building with a storm that’s quiet and deadly
Sekhmet breathing her unstoppable life into me
These once sweet lips now moving motions slow
I Softly kiss you only to remind the reaper
Iwear silence as my protective armor
I’ve acquired an insatiable thirst for this poison
Yet, I yearn to just watch rose’s in bloom
Written by
T.S