Eating the flesh of my despair,
my eyes are watching the diamond lit stars
As they explode into dreams of your escape.
Yellow lights mark your departure as you rush away,
Away from the acrid dust that chokes you.
You escape to the ether, to distant galaxies,
Far enough not to hear
The wind call you back to the dark, lurid terra.
Barely a whisper you give to announce your disappearance
Into the black plain of that other life.
Left are the ashes and hollow screams
Of the souls lost in the white-hot death of your liberation.
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Alright! Heading on poem 3 from Mileslee! This one I didn’t get. And strangely I think it’s ok not to get it, because I don’t think it was meant to be understood right away. And that’s fine. All I know something depressing has to be going on if flesh is being eaten. On the other, I still think it’s really good in the abstract sense.
Honestly when I wrote this someone was leaving in a way I didn’t appreciate and this just fell out on the paper. Every time I read this it means something different to me, and I’m the one who wrote it.
I feel it was very powerful. True, it can mean different things depending on the interpretation of the reader. I am currently grieving and this poem spoke to me as one of the feelings of grief for my loved one. “You escape to the ether, to distant galaxies” to me meant the idea of an afterlife of becoming a part of the universe itself. I love this piece.