The Choice of Death

The young man stares,

Down the lonely stairs,

He sighs and cries,

He falls, for he must die.

The young girl lingers,

By the noose's fingers,

She jumps and is caught,

For to die she has sought.

The old man looks

From the cliff's highest nook,

He closes his eyes and flies

For his soul falls to die.

The old woman bleeds,

For her blood, a broken blade seeks,

As down your cheek comes a tear,

For death is always near.

Reviews

[ravenjess]

i got chills reading this! great poem

[The Scholar]

“All stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you.” ~Hemmingway

Interesting write. A pleasure reading your work.

[Aianarie (INACTIVE)]

Interesting piece. I like the immediate feel of each stanza. It adds excitement to the reading experience. A thought-provoking poem. Nice job, Bridget. :-)

[Eloha]

I enjoyed this exploration fo death very much.

Indeed death is an integral part of the motivation of life.

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I love your use of couplets, Bridget. Great work

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is true. Death is a part of us. I believe we mature when we learn the taste of loss of a love one. Nice flow of thoughts and a strong ending to a outstanding poem.
Coyote

[MOON]

Sad write , flowing write last stanza striking.