Treasure Island

emerson achari


Life


Crimson red, liquid
pain beyond imagination
a hard bed upon which i lay
sirens blaring, people yelling beyond sight

never i thought would i die
alone in the world that does not pity a cry
so close to a new life i was
the ring in my pocket stinging slightly
the memories held tightly
as all else slipped

my life now wasted
my time done
my last waking thought
not a memory
nor time of fame

but a sight above the wispy clouds, beyond
above the looming crimson monster of metal before me
my last waking thought behold
the Parisian tower unfolded
As my fingers finally closed cold.

Submitted: Monday, September 09, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013

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my second poem.The poem is about a guy getting married and is finally hit by a car in paris

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