when pithy roadmaps fail

After Death

time is watching possibilities pop like bubbles

as each road not taken drifts away

it's all a grand adventure until you have to choose

which of your own limbs to sever and leave behind

it doesn't matter what you pick

your beating heart stays forever in the ruts

carved by wheels that chose left or right

with a shade more ease perhaps.  

sometimes it's not about what you didn't do

it's about choosing what in you will die forever

when life refuses to let you live.

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I am breathless after reading

I am breathless after reading this. You are INCREDIBLE. Every line is a dark place searching for some sort of light. thank you

"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.

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that's such a sweet

that's such a sweet compliment, you are far too kind :)

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Nice write...welcome to the

Nice write...welcome to the dark side'Tongue Out


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thanks lol ive been here once

thanks lol ive been here once or twice :)

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I will dream of severed limbs aligning the road not taken. Somebody else's limbs. I rise from the dark zone and plant tulips and roses. It's a cop out, but yellow and pink kill the darkness.



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the flowers are very sweet of

the flowers are very sweet of you :)  i hope u dont dream of it though.   this is yet another poem about the grief process.