A final thought flickered through my brain with pestilent profundity.
Thoughts fire rapidly, but this one stayed around in perpetuity.
Attempts to silence it grew more difficult and I questioned my sanity.
Feeling ill, along with dystopia delivering its darkest instability,
I tried to get up, but fell back down quite disturbingly.
My final thought held on as though it were stronger than me.
That pesky final thought hovered incessantly warning me about my destiny.
Not wanting to hear, yet the thought nagged me explicitly.
“Do you have a will? Are your affairs in order as they should be?”
Screaming out, “Stop talking to me! Get out! You’re just an annoying thought running free!”
No answer, just me clutching my chest hoping to heal miraculously.
My heart was beating quite erratically and fibrillating terminally.
My final thought now flashed my life in front of me beautifully.
Tears streamed down my face realizing death was approaching imminently.
Breathing was labored and shallow following protocol ischemically.
Survival mode, part of my final thought, prompted me to find my phone hurriedly.
In pain and barely able to breathe, it sat on my desk uselessly.
A heart that fibrillates too long ceases to pump blood arterially.
Darkness of death was closing in like vicious vignette photography.
I cursed death for surprising me with my final thought so unthoughtfully.
“Why me and not someone else today?” I pleaded out furiously.
My final thought faded into historical insignificant obscurity.
A deep-voiced whisper vibrated in my ear, or was it my mind calming me comfortingly?
This one last thought that was a killer for me, upskilled me righteously,
“There is no right time. It happens to all mortals just as thoughtlessly.”
About the Creator
Star Love Grey
An actress/singer/dancer who discovered a new creative passion because when theatres went dark, so did I. I tried writing and I lit back up. Let me light you up with my words, too.
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Wow. This one has a nice kick to it. It's relatable. Thoughts that we are all having in this dystopian life we are living. Talks of the will. Whether you have all your affairs in order or not. Is a very common thought. I could feel the anxiety especially in this line. I like how the lines are long and flowy and that they all end with a word ending in 'y'. You seem to be well versed in similes, especially in this line. 'darkness of death was closing in like vicious vignette photography' I think this one is one of my favourite lines. That last line was powerful, it's wisdom in truth that we all run away from. Fantastic work here Star 🤗❤️👏🏾