The weird taste of the ground is not as bitter as
a day in life. Although the worms have
no shame in sucking, at such a short time, the rest
of where once laid life in me.
Not that there was much left, of course. I was stabbed so many times
that my dripping blood could paint a catholic church.
Death is a sweet lady, actually.
Blinded herself so she could not see the souls
she was forced to take, bringing no matter who when
Time decides. He is not as kind as death, I
assure you. He steals everything from
everybody and does not hesitate. He is cruel,
and wrathful because no one here fears him
anymore. You can't take away things from
those who already hold nothing.
I hate to disappoint you all but at this side? It is
a huge nothing. It is each one of my thoughts, it's the sound
of all the non released screams and is the river
of all the never shed tears who are gonna swallow all of us any minute now.
It is me. And Life. And Time. And Love. And
Death. Forced to look into each other to find
how I have not lived, have not loved and have
I see Death's subtle smirk to be the first one
that ever met me.
And the only. Love searches carefully and unceremoniously
my whole body.
Because there is a place for the bad, and for the
poets, and for the ones poisoned by love
but there is no place for the forgotten and unremembered.
Who never lived nowhere has no home to
My unmarked soul stands still through their
final gaze, and Life's shadow whispers
in a language I never learned.
Somewhere an ethereal bell rings.
The sweet relief of Death frees all of us the
Without consent, her kiss wakes me up to the
Please give a detailed explanation about the meaning and main idea of this poem.:
The main idea of the poem is someone that have died, thinking about what life really is and facing Death, Time and Life in the infinity. The meaning, I believe, it is something that each reader should decide.
Please explain your writing and thought process regarding this poem.:
I wrote every sentence that came in my mind about the idea while I was inspired. After that, I change a few things to be able to tell the story I wanted to through my words.
Why did you choose to write this poem?:
I had an inspiration and decide to turn my own personal thoughts about life in a poem that tells the perspective of a character that represents me in many ways.
Do you have any tips or anything to share with the youth writers who may be reading this?:
If you have any sentence in your mind, write it right away. This will help you to keep the main idea of your inspiration, even if you change the sentence later.