Sep 2014
death is
just
cold.
not the fading memories
leaching, lost, into the soil,
and warped as jaded speech
woven through the livings tales.
death is seclusion from the sun,
to stall, to stop, to lose ones way,
forever left at last breaths point,
as time continues on its way.
a coldness deep, to lock in place,
persona lost, caricature replaced.
unknowing darkness keeps
the new unknown,
as coldness claims
the final home.
(for Kiwi - 06/08/2009)
just
cold.
not the fading memories
leaching, lost, into the soil,
and warped as jaded speech
woven through the livings tales.
death is seclusion from the sun,
to stall, to stop, to lose ones way,
forever left at last breaths point,
as time continues on its way.
a coldness deep, to lock in place,
persona lost, caricature replaced.
unknowing darkness keeps
the new unknown,
as coldness claims
the final home.
(for Kiwi - 06/08/2009)
I wrote this poem in 2009 and am posting it to other sites after seeing another "poet" had stolen most of the words to claim as his own (http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/1382175/)
