DRUNK FROM DEATH'S CHALICE (An Original Poetry ➕ Analysis & Literary Appreciations) {Written from real encounter with a near death experience}

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Broken into a thousand shard,
enamels apart, broken arteries separate,
the soul is septic, spirit epileptic,
the singing crows are tragic bards
but still yet crawling into the light,
smeared by the horror of darkness,
never to bath in the warmness of the sun,
nor scent the fragrance of air,
dwelling peacefully in the lungs.

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We've drunk from the death's chalice
a sentence to immortal pestilence,
the soul is uncertain of it's destination
divided thoughts, daylight reveries
hieroglyphics and jargon creeping the mind,
Will it be today or tomorrow?
I've planted weevils around,
at the breaking of dawn
now it's time for my folks to mourn.

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Gasping, the body renting asunder
angels and demons crawling the border,
the bladder will cower the kidney will shudder
Should another life be available to buy,
I'll give my wealth to see the sunset smile,
once again to be the healthy pile,
but I've drunk from death's chalice,
the ghostly chariots are neighing in the thresholds,
the world is a mere market

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Laying still, feel that life running away,
can you smell the monoxide tearing through?
remember the peaceful moments in three boughs?
where the dead grasses threading is a peaceful delight?
reverence the sweetness one last time,
whether your prime?
the bell has finally chimed,
drunk already from death's chalice.

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POETIC NOTES & LITERARY APPRECIATIONS

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Having escaped a near death experience I coined this personal poem, I included strong powerful images, but the truth is that near death experiences are full of stranger things that can better be felt rather than imagined.
The poem paints a gory image of a life in transition, it's like a process through which a larvae transforms into a caterpillars.
Sometimes silence can even speak more better of this experience however emotions and a detailed description with nerve breaking imagery can come close to painting it.

However in gasping moment when life seems to be running away all kinds of thoughts creeps in. The first is the thoughts of things that you could have accomplished and you didn't. The second is the seeing of extra terrestrial things, the imagery of body being ripped apart by immense pain, the total feeling of being broken and emotionally broken and hurt. the sense of begging for one moment in other to feel the warmness of the sun again.
In sequences these situation comes prior to the period when the life is gradually running away.

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Written, edited & analysed

By @Josediccus

13/8/2018

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JOSEPH C.IKECHUKWU

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