Tears of mercy

sorenbarrett

Murdered with tears of mercy

love unveils an imposing death

My suffering slowly slain

leaves the bitter aftertaste of love bereft

Terror lies on fields of slaughter

blood's agony drained and gone

Death offers sweet release

with no intention to do harm

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 4th, 2023 18:12
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15, L. B. Mek
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  • Goldfinch60

    Those last two line are so meaningful to me as I was at my wife's side when she passed and it gave a release for both of us.

    Andy

    • sorenbarrett

      Thank you Andy for the review and comment. Yes sometimes death can be a mercy.

    • orchidee

      A fine write SB.

      • sorenbarrett

        Thanks so much Orchi

        • orchidee

          Meanwhile - why, yes, this is what I beg, what I plead, from KP (you know about KP and I?) but she always wants more botox! lol.

        • Teddy.15

          I could never deny how much I love your poetry death is not the enemy 🤗 wonderful powerful and truly a pleasure. ❤️

          • sorenbarrett

            Thank you so much Teddy for the visit and comprehension and understanding read.

          • Pop64

            Death is so often mislabeled, while we here suffer a a loss, the one who has passed is no longer suffering. I saw that with my parents when they left this world. Their suffering was finally over. THank you for this reminder.

            • sorenbarrett

              Thank you so much for coming by and for your comments. They are appreciated.

            • L. B. Mek

              (I so relate dear cherished Poet
              truly, a great questing write)
              tears can cleanse
              or claim new victims
              pulled under, drowning
              in remembered hurt
              I like
              distance, between majority
              for I recognise how tightly
              my life tiptoes
              on that rope of calamity..
              but there is comfort
              in ending's, in our finality
              there
              can also be a promise of mercy
              we know we're counting down
              our limited time
              so it can help us shake loose
              those shackles, wasting
              our precious breath
              death is guaranteed, to all
              now
              what are we going to about
              life?!

              • sorenbarrett

                Thanks friend, words of wisdom that are deeply appreciated and an understanding of the message to its core.



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