The Day I Died

November 7, 2008
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I was born in death, blue lab coats, operation table, frantic commands;
The woman who made me, her fragile frame still as her heartbeat,
Long gone by my first cry.

The first week of my life, I was a miserable and wee little thing,
Suffocated by oxygen pumps and feeding tubes;
My frantic sobs trapped in that life support box.

My childhood was a lesson in extreme economy;
My mother told me that greens were worth more than pages of ink,
And clothing was a waste of cash because I grow out of them too fast.

School never made a difference for me;
Whether two plus three equaled five, the sores and scars won't go away.
Instead, I learned by cutting class,
Geography of the garbage alley, politics from the streets,
And attended a community college as the imminent drop-out type.

It was my 23nd birth day when I came home to a foreign town
Away my youth, the slaughterhouse of dreams.
I went into the business world, trying to leave it all behind,
But instead, ended up at a sullen office desk, with my unemployed mind.

I eventually married a lonely and divorced woman,
And made love to her when she remembered to ask.
We talked plenty: the bills, the furniture and the food,
But I never found out who she was, and we never had a child.

I grew old, aching with ambition,
And scorned the glances of pity and care.
I traveled the world in my modest apartment,
And became knowledgeable in many disciplines.

I learned physiology with my bedside mirror, and
Medicine with my different anti-depressants.
I picked up a foreign language, listening to my wife's grumbles,
And history through my fading memories.

I was born when I took my last breath,
Devoid of the worries, the pains, and the burden of my heart.
I've transcended into a greater existence;
Finally free in my morbid confinement.

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spitfire213 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 27, 2010 at 5:31 pm
Your work shows that you see life in a different way than everyone else. I like it. Good job.
lauren_b said...
Nov. 9, 2009 at 1:32 pm
I realy realy liked this poem alot alot!! I havent found anything in a really long time to catch my eye like this.. really good job..
bluemagnet22 said...
Nov. 7, 2009 at 10:13 am
Wow! So much feeling n emotion
backspace said...
Apr. 15, 2009 at 11:03 am
I read A Cannibal in Love too :D It's pretty incredible how you could come up with this on a train..really good work too!
ZeeZee said...
Nov. 21, 2008 at 3:20 am
Thank you sylvia! I like to try different things, it makes poetry all the more exciting :D
sylviaSUICIDE said...
Nov. 20, 2008 at 1:30 pm
Being the curious girl I am, I looked through you're writings after reading "A Cannibal In Love". An amazing piece of work. I know it's probably not a lot coming from a fourteen year old from Pennsylvania hahaha but it's different and explores what most adults deny. Amazing work!
Buh-Bye hun
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