Hey, I just found all the poetry on here... I like mah poetry! This is a poem I wrote a long time ago, but I just figured I'd post it here.
Death Comes
Death Comes,
And tears run down his hooded face
As he carries the soul
Of a girl with a slit wrist.
He cries for humanity
And the path it's taken.
He cries for a life gone,
Bled out with a razor.
Death comes,
And anguish rips him apart
As he carries the soul
Of a boy, struck by starvation.
He weeps for indifference,
And the toll it reaps.
He cries for a life gone,
Destroyed by complacency.
Death comes,
And heartache takes him
As he carries the soul
Of a man, slain by hate.
He sobs for the lack of love,
And the lives if claims.
He cries for a life gone,
Wiped out by intolerance.
Death comes,
And cries out in agony
As he carries the soul
Of an unborn child.
He cries for those with no chance,
And for those who decide for them.
He cries for a life gone,
Taken by a surgeon.
Death comes,
He can't take much more.
But this soul doesn't need to be carried.
Weathered and beaten,
She smiles at him,
And he leads her away.
He cries for a life gone,
But this time, in happiness.
Yeah, call me weird, but I don't see death as a non-caring entity who rips away everything from you. I see death as just another thing, no different from anything else. Comments and critiques are appreciated!
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