Death To Life

It is more like a descriptive writing rather than a poem.

Alas, all things come to an end. Like the leaves fall from trees or flowers wither to snow. The sun turns its back on the world, and everything becomes cold. A day passes and yet another till we are consumed in the frozen frontier. Unable to realise that change is foreseen. Time passes, anxiety rises, One believes nothing is to come . 

Without warning new life begins to bloom. Death is finally surfaced and bound into chains infrangible. The heart successfully jumpstarts, and is brought out of the cold and into the blinding warmth. Overwhelming joy is felt as the presence of the Creator overcomes you. Gentle and merciful He is. He has brought you to this place. Softly he grasps your hand and you together begin the journey to everlasting new life.

Author's Note

Ignore grammar issues.

Reviews

[ObscurityNone]

The way I would describe this is as being a "poetic story", even it being separated into paragraphs suggest this. I think it was well written and by someone who has a definite touch for this sort of thing, you did well.