Life & Death
Vibrant flowers,
chirping birds, soothing winds, a cool bed of green grass
Rainbows in the sky,
the smile of a child, soft touch of a lover, chuckle of a little lass
Life I thought was
about that.
A raging storm inside
her heart, a mother grieves the loss of her lad.
Her eyes of stone,
her bleeding heart, her mouth stitched, least she pains her lads ailing dad.
She nurses her spouse,
harboring no hope in her barren life turned mad.
Life, I hear is a
sonnet so sad.
Every inch of soul
tattered, the helpless girls innocence ripped and battered.
Struggling to piece
together her honor torn and scattered,
A scream zipped in
her lips; the demons haunt her dreams,
No happiness, no joy
now matters.
Life I see is a big
clutter.
Death if you are the
opposite of life,
Why then should we
fear?
Vibrant flowers,
chirping birds, soothing winds, a cool bed of green grass
Rainbows in the sky,
the smile of a child, soft touch of a lover, chuckle of a little lass
Death I now know is
like that.
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