Sunday, December 4, 2011





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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