Death

Death was instructed on an Easter Friday

Time to escort another soul to the afterlife

Towards a new beginning

 

A call indicated that there was an accident

We arrive at the scene

Pity in the onlookers eyes

 

I notice him lying on the ground

No soul left

Only a corpse

 

Anger consumes me

Taking a swing at the first available victim

Knuckles no match for the stone wall

 

Blood seeping through my skin

Warm, red life running over my hand

Feeding the earth drop by drop

 

Who am I to be angry?

Without death there would be no life

Death is life

 

Anger replaced by sorrow

By an understanding

Death await on all of us with open arms

Reviews

[JT Godin]

I like this one a lot. I'm giving you a perfect score for this one, so I suppose I can't really give much critique for you.

Nevertheless, what I liked: The progression from beginning to end is engaging. As a story, it has somewhat of a film noir, or even detective comic feeling to it. Bravo.

[Stacy Purvis]

This is how I feel when we lose a patient. Full of passion. Thank you for sharing.