Now.

A simple look at sickness.

Bleak colour fading,

Pupils guided away no soul,

Now we dead.

Author's Note

I'm just back from a spell of sickness, so be honest!

Reviews

[Renée]

And that is why we need friends and family to bring us Chicken soup ! On a serious note ..this sounds like a very bad sickness to the point of lingering near death, or death..because to have no soul..is to lose the driver of the vessel.. Glad to see you pulled though !

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Indeed and thank you.x

[Renée]

It was my pleasure to read your work

[joshua deathdealer]

Frightening imagery in such few words. I like it. Well done.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you x

[Sami Khalil]

Glad you are ok. Another splendid and short poem...:)

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you Sami!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[Marie]

Very sad...the colour gos first...then even the black and white...

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

I agree, thank you Marie.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and it feels like this...for sure.

the eyes show it first...that giving in, that giving up...that giving life away...

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Indeed, thank you jacob

[Frieda P]

Glad you're back and feeling better love, but your soul is never dead, although it sure feels that way sometimes...

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thanks hun, good to hear form you x