Poem #18: Death
#18 of Poetry
Tried not to create a poem about Death after I wrote Life, but what can you do? Self-explanatory.
Death
Cold to touch
Heart has stopped
Brain as such
Anger propped
Absent feeling
Blackened cloak
Consummate kneeling
Death has awoke
Chaos so rigid
Fog so thick
The air is frigid
Finger's lethal prick
Earth is frozen
Fallen await
Death has chosen
Tenuous fate
Empty time and space
The body is raw
See its lost face
Let the ice thaw
The end on cue
Its visibly cold breath
Forsaken life it threw
Into the arms of Death.
~bhscorch
"Death" by bhscorch is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License