Requiem of Loss
Depleting pastures of memory
Intellectual grasp foregoing reality
Ancient heart broken angel holding hands
As the mental curse stole her hero’s synapses blank
Fleeting a brilliant mind away
Gene cursed pool disturbance
Beckoning worst flat line call ever taken
Noose of a sixty five year old unbeknownst protagonist
Protagonist in a dementia story
Operator collapsed in remorse as the blip blip turns
Into bleep’s failure to respond
No doctor revival for the man who lost his name
Requiem of Loss
Depleting pastures of memory
Intellectual grasp foregoing reality
Ancient heart broken angel holding hands as the mental curse
Stole her hero’s synapses blank, fleeting a brilliant mind away.
Gene cursed pool disturbance,
Beckoning worst flat line call ever taken
Noose of a sixty five year old unbeknownst protagonist
Hero in a dementia story
Operator collapsed in remorse as the blip blip turned
Into bleep’s failure to respond
No doctor revival for the man who lost his name.
Death,
A delusional unscalable time
Of forgetting how to draw lines; relief
Fallen paper unconventional resignation
Unto the onyx scythe request once stacked beside visionary writer’s chair
Medical trail plot unsequenced of an illness no imagination curator should have
Finished unto artist’s desk nearly forgotten signature
An order not to revive once dead.
A dedication neither unsavoury good nor delightfully bad
To a poet’s self craft wire lined in apartment mouldy closet noose
Maybe he’d only ever imagined the blight scenario
Maybe he never meant to follow through with this lonely ending
No one ever cared to see and no one will remember.
Depleting obsidian synapse
Frontal cavern lost cortex way to the symphony
Not firing an orchestra of twilight beyond risk of a promise to resuscitate.
Everything left of us has faded from the shepherds herd
Flock gone rogue like a curious illumination of seeking flames’
All spark off in the distance, sheep described as black
A lonely villain who drove his angel away...
In a delirium of accidents unrememberable.
Wingless angelic lover for whom no bell tolled
Died of cancer in a distant hospital lonely doctors
Making profit palace of white walls stained read ward
Thinking only of the indescribable hero who once lived
Vibrant of logical artistic algorithymns at her side
Blessing all his endeavours as she passed
‘May the adventure of creativity be enjoyed by...
Those left behind...’
In earnest anticipation of,
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