No...I'm not dying yet.... imagining a possible end. :)
Ravine
Heart racer
Pink frills
Van keeling into ravine
Raving madness
Ravening memories
Gaping hole
Dying brain
Revolutions,
Wheels turning
Clogs unlocking
Recollections
Such pink frills! Goodness me!
I'm a baby girl
See me mamma ...I'm in the shower
You're love
You're mom
and all I know
An entire world
Did you see my heart mamma
Did you know it like my black eyes
My adoring gaze fixed on you
Did it conceal the haze of my
mind?
I was forming it and moulding it
I was shaping up on my own
I was bringing up your baby
While you fought alone
a terrible world of
Illness
It took away your power
Your love for me
Didn't hide in the dark in which you always cowered.
Fear is palpable
So was dying hope
I learnt it well
Enough
How fear in darkness gropes
I'm teetering, and images
Overrun my brink
Of life
The precipice
My edge defines
I see my sunny day spirit of yore
I held my father's sun in my inner core
My mother was moon
Lovely light
A radiance that delights
A reflection of a brighter
Blaze
Dazed memories
days so dazzling
Eyes can't erase
Now sun or moon
Don't wait on me
The end is creaking near
The gears of fortune turning
Point of no return
Welcomes me
It's lost daughter
I can see the cliff careening
Hit the sky
Hard as hammer
Soft ooze of clouds
Melting icebergs
The ugly lies.
I'm on the way
The ground falls off my
Fairy feet
And I am down the
Mad rabbit hole
Of such a blessed
Reckoning
Helpless to fly
I flow into my fall
I am the floor
And the ceiling
And the door
And every window bright
Lit up my
House flies through kansas
Dark
Towards an unknown glorious
Oz.
I come
By the resounding bells of some
Long forgotten church
The deep bass gong of an old town clock
By the last soft sweet chimes
Of my life's unwinding time
How sweet and helpless
A babe borne am I
Flawless
To my timeless
death.
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(c) Amrita Valan 2015

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