Petals of Sarrow

Death,
A terrible demise
That gives no soul
A bouquet of tomorrow's fortune
Neither does it give
A sight of life
for man to appreciate
what the Messiah stormed into nature
But
With roses of the heart
It departs
into the darkness
Leaving peels of sorrow
And a lump of catastrophe
To be swallowed
With much of nostalgic
By the relatives,friends and neighbors
Contrary to the deceased enemies
Who's eyes shine with joy.

Death,
The deadly arsenal against lives
That doesn't bother on neither
Tribalism nor racialism
It slashes both blacks and the whites
Both the squatters and the bungalow dwellers
both the heroes and villain
To end horrible truth
Everything is equal
In the eyes of death!
just like every creation is
In the mighty eyes of God!

Reviews

[A.E. Surdam]

Very nice and interesting. Great write.

[Kathryn]

very moving, and perfectly captured. you always seem to create an ellaborate cage for aspects of reality to be trapped inside with your words, and this is not exception. well written :)

[HopelesslyDevoted]

i think this is the best poem i have read in a long time, its very moving. i'm impressed by this one

[State of Grace]

I really like this poem and its true, death comes to all no matter who you are. Great write! :)

[DearSweetAgony]

I love the death line,
this poem is very good.
I I love the truth of this write.
Wonderful Job!