Algor Mortis [Death Chill]

by The Queen   Feb 24, 2013


[Twenty twelve at two o'clock in the morning]

December has come, yet again,
[with a bit of luck]
another bucket list to own,
though, my last batch of faith
still remains.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Tar-filled lungs;
ticking time bombs.

Beep. Beep.

It's cold out here and
my feet are heavy.

Beep.

The sun comes tumbling down.
Still hot on my trail, but I'm colder,
colder than ever.

. . .

I think I've grown wings,
but, there's no use of it now;
such as air is scarce,
six feet underground.

Copyright (C) 2013 by EvanescentMoon.
02.05.13

*written for Colm's 7 - day challenge. Day 1

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  • 11 years ago

    by Britt

    "my last batch of faith
    still remains."

    This was hands down my favorite part. I read this poem over and over again, it was really interesting and just.. different. I love the addition of the beep's as well, I feel like you brought the reader to real time instead of letting them get lost. More specific, more "hey! focus here" than to let them wander in their own thoughts. Maybe because it reminded me of a car horn.. lol.

    "It's cold out here and
    my feet are heavy."

    Such an awful combination. It really conjures up the idea of a thick sadness you don't want to get out of, maybe taking the time to pity yourself a bit.

    The ending is remarkable, as your endings usually are. I really love this poem.

  • 11 years ago

    by Saerelune

    Can't imagine you wrote this in such a rush, because it's actually a really nice poem. It speaks of depression if you ask me, being stuck in routine, apathy, and living but not being alive. Sometimes it seems like you're residing inside my mind. =p