Meeting Death

Desperation.

  a feeling burning

like cremation chambers

  my mind is churning.

 

I find myself,

   on a gray cloud,

as the sky cries

   and screams its sounds.

 

I'm in a pit.

   beneath the soil

I bleed the rocks

   my want disloyal.

 

I'm in a cell.

   cold and eerie,

I hear faint whispers

   and see death peering.

 

I'm at a window.

   there he stands.

holding death,

   with outstretched hands.

Reviews

[Shimae Parks]

this sounds like a story waiting to happen very good

[Anonymous722]

thank you!