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Discomfort

The Daily Post: Daily Prompt: Tables Turned

 

Discomfort

I hear a sound.
My brain,
which is running a few moments behind my ears,
clicks.
The sound was my name.
But I wait;
maybe I misheard.
More moments pass,
and my eyes confirm it:
they are all staring at me,
waiting for me to respond.
It’s all about me now,
but so beyond my control.
Part of me wanted this;
part of me wants to melt away,
to evaporate.
Nothing has ever burnt so fiercely
as my face does now.
I’m too caught up in myself
to properly experience the moment;
was it an accolade, some form of praise?
I’ll never really be sure.
It sounded like you were saying nice words,
but all I will remember was how
the discomfort wrung out my soul.


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Three candles

The Daily Post: Daily Prompt: No Longer a Mere Mortal

You’ve imbibed a special potion that makes you immortal. Now that you’ve got forever, what changes will you make in your life? How will you live life differently, knowing you’ll always be around to be accountable for your actions?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us LONGEVITY.

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Three candles

I spend my life trying to build
some kind of friendship
between my body and my soul;
but
is this not a cruel endeavour, when I know that
my body will decay
and when not a drop of life is in it
my soul will be spirited away to Heaven
and have to grieve its friend, cadaver?

Why encourage my mind to cooperate with my body,
when my mind may fail me before my expiry
leaving my shell?
What joy is there if you can move
but no longer be moved?

And would it not be worse still
if my frame were to crumble
around my still agile mind;
to have thought, wit,
but no beauty or energy
with which to adorn or enjoy it?

Why are mind, body, soul
candles each with their own wick?
One is sure to burn out before the others.