Death is cold

Written in 2009 http://www.thestarlitecafe.com/poems/105/poem_91119292.html. Posted here as I noticed another user had stolen most of the poem: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/sanctus/1382175/

death is

just

cold.

not the fading memories

leaching, lost, into the soil,

and warped as jaded speech

woven through the livings tales.

death is seclusion from the sun,

to stall, to stop, to lose ones way,

forever left at last breaths point,

as time continues on its way.

a coldness deep, to lock in place,

persona lost, caricature replaced.

unknowing darkness keeps 

the new unknown,

as coldness claims

the final home.

(for Kiwi - 06/08/2009) 

Reviews

[Zahra]

Beautifully done. sorry to hear about the plagiarism you faced

[Christopher Withers]

Thank you Zahra. Luckily, someone managed to track me down and inform me, else I'd never of known!

[MomzillaNC]

These are dark, bereft words.