Armand Miller

Rookie (July 15 / Chcago)

The Darkness - Poem by Armand Miller

I don't remember specifics
All I know is
This bright light ahead of me
Is getting brighter
I don't care though
I know what this light means
It's the final decision
That I can't decide
I keep having brief flashes though
Of my apparent memory
I keep seeing this bloodied blade
and trembling hands
I hear the screams of someone
In some faraway place
But I'm not wirre3d
Because I know I died of Cancer
But whenever I see the blade
Or I think about the Cancer
All I see is my face
Covered in dry blood
But it can't be me
I died of Cancer
I'm severely utterly completely sure
That cancer killed me
And as the light appears to be
Merely a mile away
I try floating faster
Because I know that when the Almighty
Reads back my life Story
It'll start off
Raziel Lyceon Dante
Born July 19
And i will gaze upon him smiling sadistically
As I sent to hell
Because apparently allowing Cancer to kill me
Was a bad idea
Should've been born a Leo


Poet's Notes about The Poem

I love being a Cancer, but lets just say there was a down side to it.

Comments about The Darkness by Armand Miller

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Monday, April 16, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 17, 2012


[Report Error]