Ode to Death

Open your eyes.

Feel the shiver tickle your spine.

Death draws closer,

You are mine.

Stare into the abyss,
See the eyes that are always there,
And look back at them,
Lying, hiding from them,
Pretending nothing is amiss.

Pain on pain,

Rain on rain,

Mud and blood,

As black as black treacle,

Sambuca in a dark ally.

Night,

Death,

Fear,

So plain.

Nothing to gain.

No one remains.

He is dead.

The funeral march begins

The choir of souls sings.

Saint Peter is welcoming,

He is calling.

There is a flow of tears unending,

And a river never ending,

Children cry,

A dead man who cannot die,

Lies still,

So placid.

There's a figure on the hill,

And ashes charred in flame,

And an angel far in heaven,

Who knows each and every name.

Author's Note

Please review and that.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poem. I like the honest tone and directness of the poetry.
"Night,
Death,
Fear,
So plain.
Nothing to gain.
No one remains.
He is dead. "
The above lines could stand alone. I like the old wisdom. No more debts or problems when you are dead. Thank you Hannah for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Kat Mandu]

Thanks, I put alot of emotion and thought into this one so it means alot.

[Coyote Poetry]

You did well and you are welcome.