SyllableA Poem by lucyA bit of spoken poetry of my everyday thoughts.
Death
One word One syllable How can something so small create something so big Another word One syllable Fear I don't fear Death I don't know when I stopped When did this love begin Was it when Mother Earth took in her children even after they disgraced her and died upon her skin People spend their whole lives avoiding a one syllable word When did I become the one to runs towards it When did Death become beautiful I remember the exact moment the idea was planted in my mind A seed given by the devil but perhaps on good intentions Now I can see inside the room of the blind Sometimes I wish I wasn't given sight I see too much You see so little Our eyes do not meet They are not even in the same room My lover is Death And she is mine I long for her embrace Her lips upon mine But I know I have many more lips to kiss before hers
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Added on July 16, 2017 Last Updated on July 16, 2017 Tags: Spoken word, Poetry, Death, Love, Beauty |