Estefano Molina

The Toll - Poem by Estefano Molina

I rest my head on the ground
Hypnotized by the blades of a ceiling fan
Hollow silence, a deafening sound
Escaping this life within a fantasy I ran
In a foreign place I stand
Surrounded by corpses and friendships
The fowl stench penetrating the dead land
By the shore of the Styx I await his Ship
Two golden coins
The dead man's toll
Where the Acheron and Styx adjoin
From the mist he comes to gather my soul
Charon and his ship full of dread
Crashing the shore making every wave roll
There I cross from living to dead
The heavy fog hiding what is ahead
Three, two, one
I arise from my trance
Two golden coins in my hands

Topic(s) of this poem: death

Comments about The Toll by Estefano Molina

  • Kim Barney (11/6/2015 5:15:00 PM)

    Very nice, but I think you meant TRANCE instead of TRANS on the penultimate line. (Report) Reply

    Estefano Molina (11/9/2015 9:05:00 AM)

    Thank you, and I'll edit that.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 6, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, November 9, 2015

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