Cold slumber.

camille

Cold slumber


The end has come, it is finished.
No curtain call to take another bow.

No sweet music will fall to your ears.
No caressing touch will warm your skin.

No sunrise will stir you from your bed.
No exquisite flower will bestow its heady scent on you .

No strong arms will will hold you in the cold depths you now lie.
An eternal slumber until you are but dust.

  • Author: Camille (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 29th, 2016 10:25
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    A very salutary poem CAMILLE ~ thanks for sharing. In today's generation we all hope to live to be 100 and stay active to the end. I value my mind and I hope when the end comes my mind is still functioning and I'm still writing poetry ! Thanka BRIAN

  • Tony36

    Wonderful write

  • avigail

    the end is a new beginning. energy is here to stay:)

  • camille

    The soul lives on ?



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