clouds; black
as the ravens wing
the nightingale
declines to sing
slip into the darkness
eyes hot with tears
to fight the demons
to face the fears
death comes creeping
flush with pain
in the grave yard
it pours down rain
cast into darkness
born unto the light
only GOD and you
know the meaning
of life
clouds: black
as the ravens wing
the nightingale
begins to sing
- Author: willyweed ( Offline)
- Published: June 14th, 2018 09:28
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 32
Comments6
Call me morbid but I've always found cemeteries to be peaceful, inspirational places. (Did I just reveal too much?) This is well written and brings back memories.
I AGREE WITH SLR,I ALSO FIND CEMETARIES PEACEFUL.MAYBE BECAUSE IT MAKES MY PONDER LIFE IN GENERAL.THE GOOD AND BAD,AND I FEEL CLOSER TO GOD SOMEHOW
Thanks for the read Frog, you would like sweet death or the puppet master sweet dreams 4 u ww
Thanks I will check them out😁
Thank you for your friendship, much appreciated. ww
I could definitely feel the atmosphere you created In this piece, and I can’t help but admire the line ‘declines to sing’ I feel like the phase itself is very poetic
Wonderful and deep when death creep, we must sow what we reap. Very good willyweed.
Wonderful write ww, there is always a song to be heard.
If HE will just share it with me,
While I enjoy reading this poetry
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