Purgatory.

sonnet

 

 

Purgatory.

 

The memories which slowly fade.

Are the stuff of which we’re made.

Without access to memory,

 I can’t be sure I am still me.

Although my body may remain.

Its little use without my brain.

I wish that death would set me free

 release me from this purgatory.

In moments of lucidity

 I see with awful clarity.

Although my body can survive

I no longer wish to live.

Then once again the fog descends

and for a while my torment ends.

 

Sunday, 29 August 2010

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Reviews

[Color Me Gone]

I'm not generally a fan of rhyming. But I'm fond of this piece.

[Jeff]

Great work. Haunting.

[Jackson Krauss Blind Pa..]

Absolutely awesome rhyming scheme. My favorite line is "Then once again the fog descends". Really great work!