|QUOTE (TinTinn @ Monday, Apr 30 2012, 02:16)|
In his dying moments
Attached to a machine
Hangs loose memories of what was seemed what?
The last memory of my Mother
Is in the arms of this droid, this machine
With a tear in his eye
Tries to wipe it, but can't move
He's to scared to move
As every time he breathes
He wishes more and more for the lord to take him
A void clears his mind, with old photos and music
The government are controlling this droid, this machine what?
It's borrowed money, hope and time
In his final breaths, a new life is born
A feeling of excitement clears thoughts of death
He knows that death is a stage, doorway
He reaches terminal velocity
He reaches waking life
He sees the bright light and noises
And all we hear is the dull flatline
Uncle Van wakes up as a baby
There's a few problems I have with the wording and structure of the poem. mainly, the poem is too grounded in unoriginal phrase and common wording to really get a new feeling. Death and rebirth is a very covered subject, the only way you can hope to break out of cliché is to incorporate your personal experience and/or
indulge in less common storytelling.
Some things particularly made no sense to me, however:
Hangs loose memories of what was seemed
I'm not entirely sure what you were going for with this, to be honest.
|The government are controlling this droid, this machine|
Same with this. Is "The government" referring to the fact that hospitals are government-run? It's also worded improperly. The flow of the poem seems to be a bit off, overall. You have an interesting idea, but ideas are only half of the equation.