Comfort for Their Dying BreathA Poem by Ann Elise Monte
Sunlight, streams of liquid gold.
Morning buds of life unfold.
Petals kissed by gilded light,
Perfume sweet and colours bright.
Blades of jade with morning dew,
Clinging tight, they freeze askew.
Frosted knives lost in the crush,
All destroyed in human rush.
Lakeside house on patch of dirt.
Nothing grows where life is hurt.
Silent shadow, a deadened blight,
Hidden from the world of light.
Standing where turmoil is rife,
One foot in death and one in life.
For ease of life we choose the death,
Our comfort for their dying breath.
© 2010 Ann Elise Monte
Ann Elise Monte
Fantasyland, beside a mass grave of dead story ideas, Australia
AboutI'm an nineteen-year-old Australian university student. I write Young Adult fiction and my longer works tend to contain strong fantasy and romantic elements. My shorter works have more variety because.. more..
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