Friday, February 7, 2014

NOTHING LEFT



THE END
The shot rang out, echoing off the brick and mortar of a place that died a long time ago. The bullet of time went from left to right through the temples and his last thought was: “I am done, empty, nothing left to say.” He fell to the concrete as the crowd walked around him.

© M Durfee
2/7/14




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  1. Brian MillerFebruary 7, 2014 at 6:31 AM

    and you know, maybe one day he will find he has something to say again...

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  2. sageFebruary 7, 2014 at 8:40 AM

    Sad but powerful and I like Brian's comment.

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  3. Mr. CharlestonFebruary 7, 2014 at 8:50 AM

    It would seem that fortune has reversed itself. Before, men died and then places. Now, places die and then men.

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  4. G-ManFebruary 7, 2014 at 9:59 AM

    Totally Fiction!
    People would have rifled through his pockets first....
    Another scathing urban blight commentary Mark.
    Back to the basics eh?
    Most Excellent 55 Brother
    Thanks for playing, thanks for the Food for Thought
    Have a Kick Ass Week-End

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  5. Erik Donald FranceFebruary 7, 2014 at 12:38 PM

    Quick way to go, which has something to commend.

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  6. Charles GramlichFebruary 7, 2014 at 2:15 PM

    ever read Ray Bradbury's "The Crowd?" An interesting take on crowds and violence.

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  7. ^.^February 7, 2014 at 3:06 PM

    ... had a patient like much like that about a year ago ... he was nursed back to life on our unit ... badly damaged body and soul ... he would be so angry at times and so sweet other times ... it took 8 month to "tame" his pain ... he is a welder's helper now ... able to take care of himself ... his name is Tim ... will never forget Tim.

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  8. GraceFebruary 7, 2014 at 7:26 PM

    Food for thought Mark ~ Interesting perspective ~

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  9. UnknownFebruary 7, 2014 at 8:25 PM

    In war, people tend to grow apathetic about death. A sobering and thought provoking piece.

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  10. kjFebruary 7, 2014 at 11:45 PM

    do not let this be you. you have words to say

    love
    kj

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  11. SydFebruary 8, 2014 at 4:33 PM

    I am feeling done but not dead. Just busy and seem to get further behind with blogs and commenting. I guess that means that things are good and calm.

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  12. jodiFebruary 8, 2014 at 10:35 PM

    Mark, maybe it's better to feel empty while you are dying than when you are living. xo

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  13. PhilipHFebruary 9, 2014 at 7:09 AM

    As powerful as the bullet and as hard as the concrete which became his last resting place. Compared to the slow, lingering and painful way of dying the immediacy of this poem implies a 'good way to go'.

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  14. MargaretFebruary 9, 2014 at 11:29 AM

    giving up is not the same thing as having nothing to say! (and by the way, nuns have been known to be wrong :)

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  15. ivanFebruary 13, 2014 at 3:05 AM

    Dead right.

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So Walking Man I was thinking...

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