The door on the gloomy rooftop opened
out walked my pouting lover, Death.
She brought with her a sullen look
which upon seeing
sends stomachs to sicknesses involuntary consent
Her eyes were red and swollen
tears fell on her exquisite heaving breast
I inquired of the disdainful distress
that given her attention
allowed heaven a momentary rest
Her reply was softly spoken
beneath her sweet dulcet breath
Like the whisper of a butterfly
caught hopelessly in sticky spider net
She turned to me and uttered
the two simple words,
“You’re next”
I wrote this poem a little over a year ago. It's posted somewhere back in my archives, but I thought I'd post it again for my new friends. I'd love to know what people think of it.....
After writing this, I was inspired to find a picture to go with it. That is how I came across the image I use as the icon in my profile. Somehow these two things suit me.
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2 comments:
You are a wonderful, talented poet. I liked that a lot. It was enjoyable yet sad. (Hope that makes sense.) Your choice of words convey the raw feelings well.
awesome poem...and thanks for the commentary on your icon pic, cuz i've been admiring that for a while now...peace...
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