The future and its viewless things,
That undiscovered mystery. Will
We feel death’s lifeless wings.
No one wants these ending things,
If so, it would be a lie. I hide behind
Curtained windows to keep the
World from seeing my dying eyes.
My face bathed in the dew of morn,
Before me the snowy landscape
Spreads. This is the world in which
I was born, the world which will be
Gone from me when I am dead.
Sick of this wasted body, the mortal
Strife, the pain of taking a breath.
Now sorrow is the course of my life,
My soul combats with death.
I pray for calmness within me, please
Let it grow, before my wilted spirit must
Go. Life is beginning to be all too clear,
I am not afraid, for soon I will be gone
Books by Author at Amazon.com and Barnes&Noble.com:
- Fragments of Time
- A Passage into Madness
- Asterial Thoughts
- A Sachet of Poetry
- Rutted Roads
- Rhythm Rhyme and Thoughts
- Reflections of Poetry
- Beyond the Voices
- Honeysuckle Memories
- Echoing Images from the Soul
- A Journey into the Soul