The Nameless.

A poem of death, and time's effect on identity.

The Nameless.
A poem by Kim Mathews.

In Life, I was Someone.
When I had Breath, I had a Name.
When the sun's warmth streamed down on my Face, My skin felt it.

In Death, I am No One.
Without Breath, I am the Nameless.
All that shines on Me is coldness; yet these Bones don't feel.

All I am is a Grave.
All that I have is Stone and Wood,
and moss covered Bones to be eaten by Time's passage.


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Death is the destroyer of identities,
he is the wind and rain that render a tomb stone barren,
he is the time that erases those who remember,
and puts in their place those who do not.

Reviews

[Between the grey]

Wow nicely done, I like this alot. Makes me think a bit!

[Lonnie Paul Johnson]

Well it dark, but sometime we a reminder that we have a short time in life so do our best to make it great, but I am glad their a Heaven. A good poem looking forward in reading your story.

[Bare trees]

Excellent poem bebop. his really conjures up scary thoughts of what is to come and how much we need to make the most of the time we have left here. The last stanza really has impact. Great poem.