So today I decided to share with you the poem I wrote for my English class. It's called Language of Life and Death
Marika Anne Fleming
Class of 2014
October 2, 2013
Burning sensations of air entering the lungs for the first time, life has been given.
Sensations overflow the mind sending signals to the brain in a language or nerves and codes.
Instantaneous motions between brain and limbs. You are alive.
The smell of petrichor in Autumn and the taste of chocolate on the tongue. Pleasure derived from senses, language of the living.
The slow deterioration of the mind, forgetting the language of life. Clinging to the language of death.
Cold and unforgiving.
Relentless and slowly drifting away in and out of consciousness.
It is time for the end to come.
The brains language of nerves and codes slows and disappears into darkness.
Maybe the language we have grown to know is not the language we believe.
It slowly leaves, abandoning your heart and all sense of hope, to rot slowly along with your brain.
The darkness clouds all sight letting a veil cover your eyes.
The language of death, just drawing your last breath to bring tears springing from the earth.
Rain, rain, rain, pouring down onto the soil with a soft but deafening thud.
Heart clenched in pain, Sorrow pouring from the soul.
It is over, the language of life and death.
Copyright of Marika Anne Fleming any plagiarism of this will not be tolerated. Give credit to the author when sharing this. Thank you.
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