Death...in poetic form
The first time I felt really satisfied with a work kn this blog was that initial post about death. That is not to say that it was perfect, it still had errors like any other post and some parts where I thought faster than I typed.
I wrote this poem to explore what a person might think on his deathbed, not that I have any experience.
Deathbed
I feel it now, creeping towards me
Death, dark and final visits
Stretching its icy hands over me,until I can't see
And my soul disappears into an invisible mist
I feel much sadness and regret
At my life having come to an end
But no good will such thoughts beget
For no life will remain, to protect or mend
My body which I guarded preciously
My riches for which I worried endlessly
Has now been taken taken from me, so viciously
Like a child who loses his toy carelessly
My son weeps for his father
My wife for the man she loved
Once they too die, no man will bother
My memories and life will have stopped
Yet perhaps death is not so bad
No pain nor agony
Nothing to make me sad
Just a silence, cold and stony
Aby
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