Death Smiles

I always imagined a faceless, invisible Death. Floating like a wind...

dark gray watercolour
painted the sky whole
a high mountain behind me
keeps watching me
…..
smell of rain mixed with
iron from my battered bike
grass tickling my feet
as i cycle faster and
…..
the mud and trees shake
a roar from the clouds
a lightning flashes
as Death takes a picture of someone
…..
i saw Them with my own eyes
floating above the ground
looking down on a young boy
and grins at him like it's nothing
…..
sweat or rain swim down my face
with clutched fists i exclaim
"let him live you murderer"
in a storm i hear a deep chuckle
…..
in the blink of an eye They come near
i'm not brave enough to return the gaze
but Death's hand on my shoulder is warm
its grip is strong but gentle enough
…..
"if it were not for me
no one would ever live
the boy has never died
he is moving on"
…..

Reviews

[Gah Yan]

Hey, great work. I really appreciate your use of simple language. You used great metaphors, especially comparing the gray sky to a water color painting. This poem kind of reminded me of Emily Dickinson or Sylvia Plath, describing something difficult and sad in an energetic way.

[Yahallo]

Thank you so much, Gah!♡

I am a fan of simple, simple as in easily understood, poems. Thanks again.