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by Melie Bacon
Tuesday, September 04, 2012
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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I am unalive.  I am not dead
but neither do I live:  I exist 
in black & white, which are uncolors
(mixed together they make gray). 
Sight, sound, movement & sensation are
mere mechanics by themselves . . . love lends life
joy & enjoyment.  I’ve seen music 
dance with emotion; I’ve heard colors sing 
in chorus & shadow wooing light. . . your visage
whispers into focus, appearing in the past
tense.  Nostalgia recalls better days; intimate,
poignant nights . . . ah, those fragrant, sensuous
nights!  Your eyes bristle with reproach
& damn me with disdain.  I am reconciled to
remorse.  I am unalive.  The saline of sorrow
surges to my stubbled, haggard face;
dissipation gnaws neglected flesh & the stench
of stagnation pervades this vacant room . . .
where once the color of laughter rippled like a
rainbow; where now the funereal silence of
solitude enshrouds me in its pall &
my body is the heart’s tomb.

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Reviewed by Amy Feemster 8/19/2013
I like this one.
Reviewed by Ronald Hull 9/5/2012
This is a thoroughly morbid piece if I ever read one!


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