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I felt death approaching…

Concatenation. Repercussions of my father's death.

By Moon DesertPublished 4 years ago Updated about a year ago 2 min read
Photo by Philippe Mignot on Unsplash

I felt death approaching

Inconspicuously, nearly

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Suddenly, unexpectedly

Stripping us of all dignity

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Lurking in the doorway

Lunatising in our dreams

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Elucidating work uniforms

Emanating from memories

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Penetrating our skulls

Perturbing our feelings

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Trying to invade our spaces

Time stood still in this moment

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I wondered why you couldn’t apprehend

I realised you couldn’t separate your thoughts

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Neither now nor then

Null, neglect, negation

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The reality I would never have foreseen

That’s why I distanced myself

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Here and there

Humiliated by you for all the choices I’ve made

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Ever wondered why

Each of us

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Lies in separate beds

Lingering at the small chance?

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Ominous, oblivious to outrage

Ovulating, yet not conceiving

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Never wondered why?

Never spoke

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Growling sound at night

Gruesome telephone conversation

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Ever realised

Each of your mischievous signs?

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Should I remind you of this?

Should you care?

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Time had shown

Tragic case unsolved

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Descended on us

Decimating diluted dilapidation

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Rest is silence

Rest in silence

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Emancipation, emanation, emulation

Evergreen enunciation

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Allowing ourselves

Ayurveda and ashwagandha roots

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Magical mindful moments

Minimising the impact of stress

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My mum and I

Masterful survivors

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Yet, in a way

Yarn thrown to kelpie

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Fake heroes’ legends

False predicaments

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Are you dead or alive?

Am I never tending to find out?

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Those years spent on tedious tasks

There are some unfinished businesses around

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Home

Have you looked in a drawer lately?

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Eradication of the ego

Elimination of psychology

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Reminiscences of your reading

Really needed?

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Why did you never follow

Wiser wideness?

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Are you disabled, are you sick?

As you’ve never treated yourself that way

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Surely survived

Smothering insufficiently the surface of life

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And you will never find out

Allowing yourself disappear

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Lingering on the last hope

Lying in front of you

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Intimidated by the choices

Irked by every change, acrimonious in nature

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Viable visualisation of virtue

Very persuasive until now

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Every shape you made

Ever wondered where this will end?

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In Memory Of 18 September 2021

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Thank you for reading!

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About the Creator

Moon Desert

UK-based

BA in Cultural Studies

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