An Unfortunate Author

By Crush_With_Eyeliner

When he died
those 25
years ago
he left behind
a small Atlas.

All marked
like signposts
conveying
the places
he'd never been.

It could have
been a woman,
or his own
self-immolation-:

but when he put
the cold steel
against his temple
he'd never
been to Japan.

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Published on Thursday, July 21, 2011. Filed under: "Poetry"

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December 19th, 2014

Comments on "An Unfortunate Author"

On Friday, December 19, 2014, Dreaming in Stanzas (303) wrote:

Wow...I can't even articulate how amazing this is to me. I am in awe of this piece...it breaks my heart but it speaks to me.
On Friday, December 19, 2014, Pride Ed (108) wrote:

Damn, the last couple lines really brings this poem full circle. Wonderful job!
A former member wrote: the strange details we remember and hold on to about the deceased, the what-ifs and could-be s that the living almost seem to regret for them...striking.
On Thursday, December 18, 2014, TropicalSnowstorm (1703) wrote:

There is so much depth to this piece..."he had never been to Japan." Awesome bit of writing. Ciao, T/S
On Saturday, August 13, 2011, carlosjackal (3011) wrote:

Shit..Da bomb right here..Love it :)
A former member wrote: im not even sure what to say to this. it is quite haunting to me. i suppose we will all pass from this world having left things undone and unaccomplished, but you word the incomplete just so.