emerson achari


Life - Poem by emerson achari

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.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

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

Comments about Life by emerson achari

  • Gold Star - 46,737 Points Gajanan Mishra (9/9/2013 9:45:00 PM)

    so close to a new life, good one, thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 9, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013


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