Death is a Quick and Unforgiving Grace
Death is a quick and unforgiving grace,
But the events that proceed before it
Fold out in velvet linings.
It's the reason why my tongue is inexorably tied
Between two ends, one shallow and one monumental.
I've cried for many children even though
I myself have only spoken my first words.
I've even wept in front of these souls,
The same ones who wish to be me when they're older.
Strength against all things—
Yet my eyes betray my feelings.
I failed them.
DION A.
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ReplyDeleteThe death I was thinking about describes the death of the needy, the impoverished who die from sickness, homelessness, etc. hence the unforgiving nature of it. The instance of death is quick, but I think that the moments before can be a dramatic struggle, be it cancer, malnutrition, and the other torturous ways in which we can all die.
Other than that, the other things just sounded nice to me, if this is fair to say. Maybe a hint of conflict between the things you want to do and the things, the important things, that you should actually do.
Lines 6-12:
I've let down family members, especially younger ones. When I think about my older siblings they always appear in my mind as strong, independent, and intelligent. When I think about how my younger siblings see me they probably see me as a mess. I don't think I've actually failed them but I'm sure I've killed any ideation of my emotional strength. Or perhaps I'm wrong, but it's interesting to think about at times.