At Death's Door

At Death's Door

A Poem by The Disconsolate Muse

The crippling feeling at darkness' door
The veil over your face ending life forever more
The blank look in your eyes staring back at me
The pale and cold skin, existing in my mind eternally
The days we spent together
Are what will keep me on this earth like a fetter
The memories we made and the days we spent
I loved you like no other
My soul has been ripped from my body
As the strings of an old bow break
This shell that is neither living or dead
Walks through each day filled with dread
Since your death I've ceased to exist
Since I've seen your body in that coffin
I had hope you might rise and greet me
But since I saw your body lowered into the ground
My body caved in like an avalanche crashing down
Your death has killed me, but yet I can't die
The closest to death I feel is this hollow feeling inside
I can't wait till death greets me
And smiles upon me with its black veiled face
I can't wait till death takes me
To the underworld at Hades gate

© 2017 The Disconsolate Muse


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Added on February 6, 2017
Last Updated on February 6, 2017
Tags: death, door, dead, hollow, morbid, dying

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The Disconsolate Muse
The Disconsolate Muse

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I am a 16 year old male writer just struggling through life like everyone else. I write poetry and lyrics that express how I am feeling and what I am going through. I enjoy photography, writing and pl.. more..

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