His Cold Hands - 2015

A way to describe death, a way to take the worry away because we cannot understand it.

Her eyes cloud over

Her chest stops moving

The fog of death stops

Us in our tracks.

He stops us in our tracks,

Hovers over us,

This dismal being 

Of death.

As he hovers,

It reveals to us his

Secrets.

His cold and 

Unforgiving heart.

His eyes flash with mirth,

His grey hands strangle 

The delicate life.

He takes it.

He does not understand

That there is a reason.

Revenge.

Revenge for the 

Thing taken away from him,

Another life.

His heart is cold 

Because of another.

It was broken.

His soul was split

By another.

Do not despise him,

For he is just

Like you.

Author's Note

This is one of my longest poems yet.

"He is just like you"

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like this...it reminds me of an opposite view of the death we experience in emily dickinson's "because i could not stop for death"

that death is personified as a gentleman caller...this death is personified, but as a not so nice scoundrel.

well done.

j.

[SariahM]

Thank you for your reveiw!

[lightsong]

If it appeared that death is that "He" if Yours I would warmly hold his hand and tell him "let's live together forever" lol maybe he would have some mercy for me, Your poem reminds of supernatural dramas, I could paint a scene inside my head, a very good way to deal with fear, very well done my friend.

[Ashley Arita]

I like the way you typed the poem. Only having a few words, it makes it seem like it's hovering. For the poem itself, it is a very gripping tale, and makes you very curious of who is this "he". You could put more similes and metaphors, bit overall it's very well written.