In you came,
riding like a storm.
Announcing your arrival
with short, quick breaths,
and blood red sweats.
You stared straight
at his face.
And told him,
what he'd face.
You swallowed his pride,
and told him he wouldnt survive.
" Tell them you loved."
You whispered to his soul.
There was a kindness about you,
underneath that dark exterior.
How you'd let him say goodbye,
If you felt like it.
You slowly
Won the game, tug of war
And pulled him to the other side,
Deep beneath the black tide.
Turns out, the grass wasn't
greener on
the other side.
He could do nothing
but stare at the sadness in the air,
as his corpse became a part
of the Earth,
and he'd now seen
the beginning, end and girth
of his lifetime, there on
Earth.
He gazed
wistfully at the men
In asphalt suits,
the women
weeping by tree roots.
and the souls seeping
by their boots.
For just another ritual,
Death is quite formal.
YOU ARE READING
recollection.
PoetryPoems written by yours truly. From points of view that aren't always my own. They're all written by me, just written about different perspectives. Please dont claim these as your own... Trigger warning: One or more of these poems contain mature co...
