The ' D ' Word. Poem by Alistair Plint

i.A sign
"To be continued."
left on the
bedroom door
reminding him of
disregarded yesterday
As it is read
shattered
fragments of
life's windscreen
appear vividly
like a dress rehearsal
for the afterlife

But the man has
emotions
Whilst sheltered
they speak volumes
sharing
his cracked
dislocated
heart
with society and the rest
of this unforgiving
world


ii. An affirmation
just two
words, was where
this tormented
bliss began
The rubix
riddle he's
clutching
becomes apparent

Yet still
in depths of
consciousness
the heart
races
chanting
alarming
retorts
Screaming
"suicide"
from the depths
of dark
unexercised
bass-less
beats
Yet it remembers
those three letters,
oh how easily
he shouted

"I do! "


iii.Today studying
new verse
Two new words
prompted
to say
at a moment
opportune

He studies them
learns them
rehearses them
auditions
in front
of his reflection
in her full length
wall mirror
Finally he finds
enthusiasm
in his voice
as he blurts
six letters,
in harmonious
dissonance


"The End."


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