Living death Still, leadenEyes closed, mouth dryI lie; not dead, but resting.A dog whimpers (my dog)Children giggle and shriek (my children)Muscles tense instinctivelyThen a low tone shushes and peace resumes.The smell of sausages and a taste o… Read on blog or Reader Bookshine And Readbows Read on blog or Reader Poem: Living Death Steph Warren - Bookshine April 15 Living death Still, leaden Eyes closed, mouth dry I lie; not dead, but resting. A dog whimpers (my dog) Children giggle and shriek (my children) Muscles tense instinctively Then a low tone shushes and peace resumes. The smell of sausages and a taste of smoke A kettle clicks Newsreaders drone, indistinct and ignored Cars, far outside; seagulls cry I piece together the world without me. The urge swells to rise, laugh, hug Eat sausages and drink tea Walk the dog, play with the kids. Muscles tremble and strain Eyelids flicker hesitantly Gravity drags at my bones Glue runs through my veins Syrup-slow I unfurl the fingers of one hand Then sigh and relax, resigned. The next breath carries me deeper Further The sounds of my life recede again As I ebb here Leaden, still.  – Steph Warren, 05.05.19. Living Death is a poem by Steph Warren of Bookshine and Readbows, originally posted on Rainy Days and Bright Clouds blog.  Please do not reproduce without the author's permission. Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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