Death

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    Death

    Burrowing into the darkness

    Voices soft and echoing

    Outside of safer places

    In ponds, paddles gently rowing.

     

    To take away the fear and pain

    Nestled in your soul

    But hiding, hiding self away

    To shiver in the cold

     

    A snowflake falls to melt on warmth

    Brushing fingers, closer, closer

    To shake your head, to close the door

    It could happen, like before.

     

    When outside, the sun is gleaming

    Casting rays of gentle signs

    Excluding, leaving, leaving yours

    For, dark conceals the brightest minds.

     

    But in the safety of the night

    The shivering takes thoughts away

    With images stolen from sight

    From reality, the harshest days

     

    A cry is heard, prying through barriers

    The wall crumbles, and you fall

    Into the pit, the pit of death

    Leaving loneliness, secrets kept.

     

    But joy is such a feeling

    That can wipe away the past

    Which is lashed at by the shadows

    Which enclosed you in its grasp

     

    And the menacing world of cruel ice

    That fools even the most courageous souls

    Then slowly, twisting, twisting knives

    Through your heart, throughout the night

     

    Trembling voices call to you

    But nothing, it may seem

    Is to save you, to help you

    And soften deadly, darkened dreams.

     

    But it’s too late now, as all is gone

    Wiped away by sorrow’s song

    And love, and peace, and hate, and war

    Made death happen, like before.

     

    Cruel beauty of the falling snow

    Concealing, hiding crimson blood

    Of all the things you could not know

    Done what was said, said what was done.

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    BlackButterfly1 commented on Death

    04-30-2011

    This poem seems like a struggle. There are more points of beauty than of death. If you're not sure of your focus then decide. Darkness is real but to focus on it is a decision. Great poetry though. You have a true skill when it comes to words.

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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