Annasthecia Joy Bissan

THE FACE OF THE WORLD

 

I remember when we eat from silver plates, 
Drink from golden carved cups, 
Lying on bed as soft as a limestone,
With heads so glittered and glisten, 

Then............
Comes death with its dreadful face, 
Laying it icy hands on you, 
Creating tears of no joy, 
Making the world turn it back against us, 
Pulling the pillar that held us, 
Cut down our bond, 
And we fall, 
And fall forever.