MORNING OF DEATH

Death....... my father's passing

Morning of death

Each leaf stands still in terrible slumber

Each tree a sentinel of despair

The heavy air breathes total isolation

The day stands still…..

 

There are no birds in the air

No voices in the world

We lie dead in slumber

Our minds ripped to shreds of despair

Death, death is everywhere

 

They tear at our souls and laugh at our pain

Their hate as thick as the blood

Flowing in our veins

As they wash our life away

Reviews

[R J Askew]

Intensely personal. But this also made me think of they who suffered in the trenches in the first world war.