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Weekly prompted poems |
| Prompt ▼ Inspiration ▼ /| /| /| /| _______/ | _______/ | _______/ | _______/ | _______ |/ |/ |/ |/ So this how it ends—with neither bang nor whimper only a wheeze Lying in this desperate place, among desperate people a grotesque tontine No prize for the victor, just an entry into the next round ultimate defeat guaranteed /| /| /| /| _______/ | _______/ | _______/ | _______/ | _______ |/ |/ |/ |/ The visitors come, forced smiles never reaching their eyes platitudes on their lips "How are you doing?", "You're looking better!", "They'll be letting you out soon!" desperation apparently contagious "Try to rest.", "Save your strength.", "Don't try to talk, you'll tire yourself out." like there's anything left to say They go, scarcely able to hide their relief—"Same time tomorrow?" like there's anywhere left to go /| /| /| /| _______/ | _______/ | _______/ | _______/ | _______ |/ |/ |/ |/ A machine holds off the inevitable—whirr-whoosh-whirr-whoosh—breathe in, breathe out, in, out an electronic Canute Whirr-whoosh-whirr-whoosh, beep-beep-beep-beep, whirr-whoosh-whirr-whoosh, beep-beep-beep-beep marking the countdown, numbers redacted Hello ceiling, my old friend, I've come to stare at you again and pray for silence Nurses come and nurses go, busy, busy, busy: Adjust this! Record that! Administer the next thing! Pretend there's a point! Sunset brings the refuge of sleep—and the promise of final peace Sunrise—the promise broken /| /| /| /| _______/ | _______/ | _______/ | _______/ | _______ |/ |/ |/ |/ Whirr-whoosh-whirr-whoosh, beep-beep-beep-beep adjust, record, medicate Whirr-whoosh-whirr-whoosh, beep-beep-beep-beep "You're looking better!" Whirr-whoosh-whirr-whoosh, beep-beep-beep-beep sunset, sunrise... Whirr-whoosh-whirr-whoosh, beep-beep-beep-beep rinse and repeat... /| /| /| _______/ | ________/|________/ | _______/ | _______ |/ |/ |/ Alarms sound, medics run, "Do this!", "Inject that!", "Tote that barge, lift that bale!" Pretend there's a point /| /| _______/ | ___________________/|________/ | _______ |/ |/ Surrounded by uproar, the cacophony fades as I retreat from the world the tontine lost, free at last /| __________________/ | ___________________/|________ |/ No tunnels, no light, no angelic choirs and ghosts of the past just a welcome fade to black ________/|_______________________________/|________ Hello darkness, here at last... ___________________________________________________ Form: free Lines: 39 |
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