Life is a river,
A river of turmoil, delight, surprises
You love,
Heal,
Laugh, play,
Grow
But you are also wounded,
You cry, suffer
Grief and sorrow gnaw at your heart
And love and happiness rebuild it
This fight tires them
Taking away your once smooth skin
Taking away your sharp sight
Taking away your perfect hearing
Taking away your agility
You turn old and spend your days
Remembering
Good times and bad
Then Death comes to take you to his kingdom
And you slip away from this world
Silently
It seems like you are sleeping
But you will never wake up
And you arrive in Death's world
A land of eternity
You are at finally at peace
Run
Run like the child you used to be
This is your home now
Goodbye
Until we meet again
-
Author:
poetryismusic (
Offline) - Published: December 10th, 2023 14:53
- Comment from author about the poem: Death isn't the end. It's the beginning. So what if we don't know what happens after? It adds to the suspense.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 4
Offline)
Comments1
This is okay. Death not being the end is a nice idea.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.