Poem – CHRONOS
© Anand Vishnu Prakash, YourStoryClub.com
CHRONOS
Dum – dee – dah- la la la…
On the altar of death
dark as inside out mirrors,
she lays supine-
in final submission
in defeat
in betrayal-
consumed
to her core;
her feet bleeding
having seen too many roads.
Dum – dee – dah- la la la…
She’s a string,
stretched taut
waiting to snap,
waiting- an angry ocean
swollen- to tear open.
Waiting, tense, extended-
the tension thru’ her
flowing, beating a full, dull descant
with fiery subversion.
Dum – dee – dah- la la la…
Born on a midnight
black as bitumen,
the fair girl-
white as the crone moon,
eyes bright, cheeks rosy,
lips full- chanting her song.
Dum – dee – dah- la la la…
Chanting the same song throughout her years
wandering, wondering-
searching for its meaning,
searching for what it had to say,
for what it had to show;
searching-
a needle in a needle stack
searching-
while losing her own self.
Dum – dee – dah- la la la…
Chronos
the bitch goddess of time
has smiled.
The angels are coming
to tuck her up in bed-
and she smiles
bereft.
POET’S NOTE:
This is a dark poem (duh!). I was watching this TV show and this girl dies. She has this something she wants to do- figure out her life. And she tries all her life to do it. But she fails. And dies. Here I leave this character with a song she was born with. And she tries to figure it out, to find its meaning and see what it is. But that search changes her. And finally she fails. This poems shows- in poetic detail, of course- the few moments before her death. The stroll down memory lane is something we see in the movies- the life flashing before one’s eyes before death. I showed it to a friend of mine who loves dark poetry. She liked it. What about you?
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