My spine seemed fixed.

My spine seemed fixed.

I knew my autobiography was real

as was life,

when my spine

seemed fixed,

the pages oozing blood

of flesh spilt, bruised

from years of battles,

with the stark revelation;

was this my epitaph?

Twas an eerie sensation

seeing my pages turn

by themselves, swiftly

to the bookmark

marking the end,

with the realization that....

my chapter was not extended.

Reviews

[Noiz]

This poem was very intriguing. I loved the sense of confusion and uneasiness embedded within each line. I was truly immersed. A wonderful poem, great work.

[andrew mitchell]

many late thanks