Jun 2016
Storm of cries
Lamented in grief
Dry twigs scattered
Amidst yellow leaves
The corpse lay lifeless
Her eyelids closed
Her senses out
And hearings’ dozed
But the soul inside
The lifeless dead
Still toiling around
Beside the corpse’s bed
trying to re-enter
Back within
But fails indeed
Efforts in vain
Death is supreme
Lamented in grief
Dry twigs scattered
Amidst yellow leaves
The corpse lay lifeless
Her eyelids closed
Her senses out
And hearings’ dozed
But the soul inside
The lifeless dead
Still toiling around
Beside the corpse’s bed
trying to re-enter
Back within
But fails indeed
Efforts in vain
Death is supreme
I can only smile at the thought…At times you just dont want to let go of some people.yet life is transient and death has a scary finality to it.
As Thomas Gray says,”The paths of glory lead but to the grave!”
As Thomas Gray says,”The paths of glory lead but to the grave!”
(Somewhere Awsome)
Please log in to view and add comments on poems
