Dedicated to my father ...
Maniacal Dead Eyes
Maniacal dead eyes,
Life long gone.
The gaping mouth screams
"No don't take me,
Tells of its coming.
No one listens,
So life ends.
Look at the eyes
There must have been
A fight so grand.
A wretched stiff statue,
Newly formed speaks,
Of the agony of creation.
Years in it's making.
Days to dust.
But who owns,
His battle weary soul,
This poem was written in the weeks following a extremely static day in my life; what an incredibly long day it was too. I shall never allow my children to take care of me or let me die at home. No one except paid professionals should have to live through the torture of dementia or ahlzeimers and you never know until you don't know anything - if it will happen to you.
Funny thing is I can still see his eyes.
After Thought - I gave my address in the states but am currently residing in Somerset England - a transient of marriage. Emma Tenebrae is a pen name I have used for several years for my dark writings.
Emma Tenebrae's Works
|Other||2004-03-12||Vulturous Purple (stream of Consciousness writing)|
|Short Story||2004-03-12||Simple Pleasures or Demon Mornings?|
|Short Story||2004-03-16||It's Raining|
|Other||2002-11-00||Unconditional love - I dreamed|
|Poetry||2004-03-28||Search for Choronzon|
|Rant||2002-02-01||Darkness versus Light (Thought provoking rant w/poetry)|
|Rant||2003-07-12||A Lover's Wrath|