Looking at the visage
What could be the cause
This mirage
Shows their flaws
In the corner
He hides
The Coroner
Within you he abides
You are on the exterior
Looking through the translucent glass
Feeling inferior
Waiting for this storm to pass
So cold
It flows through my bloodstream
Flowing so bold
Through my dream
Holding on to the guardrail
Taking it slow
I will not fail
I know
That it will appear
In a corner
Do not fear
The Coroner
For his gift
His ability
Will be swift
His peace and tranquility
He holds the grieved
The stricken
To whom are relieved
The forsaken
Are all alone
This is his job
fully grown
The pain does throb
Checking the tags
Looking at their name
Covering up them with rags
What is to blame
This untimely death
This shroud to hide their face
Their last breath
Will diffuse throughout the place
His quest is fulfilled
He is through
The death sealed
He paid his due
YOU ARE READING
My Old Poems (2011)
PoetryJust a compilation of the poems that I wrote in 2011 on my Ipod. I wrote these poems at the time to try and lift my spirit, I knew I needed it then. Enjoy. Become a fan on Facebook if you like it. http://www.facebook.com/Johnhicksbooks :)
