For Reasons Untitled

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 09, 2018

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Submitted: August 09, 2018



I'll be passing on. For the best and the worst of me; I've dreamt of both.
No colours necessary where life had gone or words left to sing their hue. 
Unnamed shadows bleed down walls I've failed to see for some time now.
I find myself waking to a symphony of silent motors and all at once forget to breathe. 
My legs before me on the floor like a child exhausted.
The tidy rope round my neck is far too long and I've no knife yet sharp enough to follow.
From my periphery, I've found imitations success in their blue, bloated faces; 
Tossing pennies down wells where dreams go to die. 


*(Poem inspired by the recent suicide of my friend Porter Dean Feller and the simultaneous death of Anthony Bourdain) 

**This sidenote should not be included in the piece for submission but I would find it insulting not to credit the man who died to bring this poem out of me. 

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