An Unsavored Life

Charlotte Kuchinsky

I close my eyes

And think I see

Into the very

Deepest heart of me.

I feel my faults.

They're on display.

I can't escape them.

They are here to stay.

I hear my heart.

Skip out of tune.

I came too quickly

And I left too soon.

I smell my fear.

I know I'll lose.

My death won't make

Anybody's news.

I taste nothing

Bitter or sweet.

It's just the blandness

Of utter defeat.

Published by Charlotte Kuchinsky

I'm an author, columnist and poet. I have done extensive business, creative and technical writing and written curriclum for high schools, colleges and universities. I am currently the principal writer for a...  View profile

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  • Jeanne Baney6/15/2011

    Powerful!

  • Nancy P. Goodman, in Tennessee5/31/2011

    back to visit!

  • rama devi nina5/16/2011

    Raw and emotionally deep. thanks for sharing.

  • Tonya Gurr5/12/2011

    Thank you for sharing. Catching up on pvs. ;-)

  • Maria Malone5/9/2011

    very heartfelt and sad.

  • Rita Oakleaf5/9/2011

    I'm glad this wasn't about you personally. Yes, we definitely need to savor life.

  • Tonya Gurr5/9/2011

    Thank you for sharing again. There is power and sincerity within your writing. You really know how to connect with your readers.

  • Sivaramakrishnan Ananthanarayanan5/9/2011

    I read your comments and feel relieved, Charlotte. These feelings cross our minds once in a while; we are human after all - siva

  • Mary Oberg5/7/2011

    Sad poem. Hope your Mother's Day is terrific!

  • Nancy P. Goodman, in Tennessee5/7/2011

    what Abby said!

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