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I Died - A Poem By OllyOllie

I died, right in the heart

That’s not right

An unpleasant act

To feed the rats

Running around the subway

Empty, moldy, and underway from being forgotten

I stood there, chained to my body

Something now part of my ordinary

Death felt cold

Yet something not odd

Almost expected, or something i already felt

At the end of the tunnel, i saw a light

Coming from above, i couldn’t miss the sight

A little white head came to view

The rest of the body unknown to the brain

‘Hello’ I said

‘Hello’ It said

A silence was met

Dragged along the cement

‘What are you doing here?’ It asked

‘I died’ I replied

‘You are also chained?’ It asked

‘Yes’ I said

Another silence

It felt sliced

And thrown on the floor

For someone to ravish over

‘When did you die?’ i asked

‘A few years ago, this place is all i know now.’ it replied

I felt sympathy

Trapped for eternity

With the same symphony

‘How did you die?’ I asked

‘I wanted to’ It said

‘Why?’ I asked

It stayed silent

He was hesitant

‘The earth was giving up, we all saw it coming but no one did a cleanup. My faith was lost, it was really a self-lost’

‘So, you thought a rope would solve your problems?’ I asked

‘Yes, it only became a astroblemes’ it said

A scream was heard

Almost like a bird

Then a crash

Filling the cracks with ash

‘My sister saw this coming’ It said

‘What do you mean?’ I asked

‘She was a fortune, somehow tuned with the future. She could see anything, almost like a zing. She knew the future was dark, it would go with a spark. She tried to tell people, to the point it was a wheeple. But obviously, no one listened.’

I stared at them.

Another silence was met

‘How did you die?’ It asked

I sighed, unsure how it started

‘I was looking for a thrill, something to keep me well. I felt like I lost something important, almost a need or want. I was so close, but someone wanted to stop me’

It stared at the ground, it shook from the sound

Rocks were trembling, they were disassembling.

‘It’s over, isn’t it?’ I asked

‘Yes’ It said

The earth shook, it was mistook

I stared at it, it stared at me

We both knew the adventure was over, we reached the end of the rover.


thanks to A for giving me the idea


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