Derailed, feeble and
Frail in there beds,
wailing, mourning and
yelling but to no Avail,
Seconds, minutes and
hours the Clock is
Ticking.
Days, weeks and
months are just but
too Long.
Stench in the air
enough to cause Death,
Kinsmen portraying faces
of Despair,
others Driven absolutely
Cuckoo by Pain,
Amidst sadness, sullen
shimmering figures
glow in the Dark,
Angel of Death out
to collect Souls,
Death is Looming in
the Atmosphere,
Amid Desparity hope
still lingers in
the Horrizon.
Free at last
struck by the hand of
SILENT DEATH...
@miamizoliver
