Death is written on every page

Aa Harvey

Death is written on every page

 

 

Black sun on a sea of ash.

Darkness falls; light is not coming back.

The raven calls in the midnight hour.

All that is left in the garden are uprooted flowers.

 

 

Summer is dead like the corpse of time.

Frozen in place; bound to ground within twine.

The little lights no longer shine.

All is darkness in the land of the blind.

 

 

Tears mark the route he took,

To a place without any good luck.

The tricks are played like a funeral dirge.

All is dirt.

All around are the widows in white.

The only black dresses are saved for the brides.

This is another day of eternal night.

City of angels who have lost their lives.

 

 

Broken dreams lay in the gutter and doorways.

The only lights left are the fires that rage.

Death is written on every page.

 

 

(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

  • Author: Aa Harvey (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 30th, 2019 04:36
  • Category: Reflection
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  • kevin browne

    Yes, I agree with you. Death is written on every page and stamped on every continent there is on this planet. Bring back the beauty so the Sunshine can reveal a brighter life. A beautifully written, but a very sad poem with good meanings behind each word you wrote

    • Aa Harvey

      Thank you.

      Death is written on every page is an allusion to my poetry. I have written a lot of poems about death in my time.

      I'm happy to see you enjoyed the poem.

      Peace, love and empathy.



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