death will have to wait
~ making sense of scattered seeds of thoughts
who shall I be today
but a character in a game
escaping my originality
in a state of nothingness
neither darkness nor light
exists in this world
new/used stem cells
injected into a dying brain
revitalizes my sense of self
replaying who I used to be
for the very last time
alive yet on the battlefield
november two thousand twenty-four
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james Bond – agreed | No Time To Die, indeed …
no doubt about it
I love this poem and all its possibilities, especially where the third stanza takes it. Please never escape your originality though.
I’m thrilled you enjoyed this one, Shawna.