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Author Name: PremiumDr Fogg 6 Comments
Date Added: October 09, 2012 18:10:01 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Type: Rhyming
Category: Humor Add To Favorites | Text Only
Letting Go
Letting Go.


Floating oíer the hospital bed

I see the surgeons working

"Charging! Clear, Bang"

Back to my body Iím jerking.


This grisly wrestling match continues

They get me back, you pull me away

I shout "hold on, hold on

Donít I get a say"?


Then Death appears to me

In macabre swirling cape

Malevolence personified

In vile skeletal shape.


"You rang SirĒ he mocks

His voice so cold and chilling

"Well yes I stuttered, Iím not ready

Iím decidedly unwilling".


His face came close to mine

His breath necrotic, stinking

"Then tell me why I should spare you

Thatís if you have an inkling".


"Well for one, I havenít paid my bar tab

And I owe payments on my car

My wife wants the garden dug

Iíve too much to do by far".


"Then I have investments

That suffered from the crunch

Things got so bad in fact

I canít  afford my lunch"!


I surveyed the scene around me

My body lying there

I looked pale but very peaceful

Almost without care.


My astral form still clutching

Grimly to the bed

 I decided it wasnít bloody worth it

And let myself go instead.


("Call it at 10:15pm, heís gone")

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Comment By: FreeMicky McMaster on October 11, 2012 06:29:57 PM Report
very nicely done


Comment By: FreeFirestone Feinberg on October 11, 2012 11:02:24 AM Report
You are lying.  You beat death a hundred times.  You help the live to live.  Dig it.  --Dave
Comment By: Freee. Gene Myers on October 11, 2012 09:12:09 AM Report
Boy do I ever recognize myself in this poem.  I think everyone would have to think hard about that to decide to stay instead of going "to a better place then here."  Besides those we love, what would we be leaving behind that would make us want to stay?
Good point ... good poem.


Comment By: FreeAdri on October 10, 2012 02:27:18 AM Report
The hardest thing I think to write is humour, and you do it with such effortless gusto!  Love it, very good. As Shawn said, big fan!  

Comment By: PremiumShawn on October 10, 2012 12:27:57 AM Report
Well, that would be just tragic and I won't have it. Change your mind and tell that bag of bones to head on home alone!
I love your work. Big fan.


Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on October 9, 2012 06:55:19 PM Report
You are just amazing.... You can write anything I think.... This is too cool...


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