A Spiritual Painting Of Death
Look deep into the painting you will see lots of things
A Spiritual PaintingOf Death
A poem, a spiritual painting,
Where lost animals go to die
Not with cries that tear the night,
But with silence, still and dry.
In the corners of the canvas,
Eyes that once held flames now dim,
Whispers of forgotten cries,
Echo soft like a fading hymn.
Their paws do not tread on earth,
Their wings do not brush the air,
They are spirits, untethered,
Bound by the weight of despair.
Each stroke, a thread of sorrow,
Each hue, a mournful sigh,
Where broken creatures find their place,
And shadows learn to die.
In the quiet, they are scattered,
Like dust upon the wind,
Never to be remembered,
Never to be pinned.
A poem, a spiritual painting,
Where the lost do not return.
They live on in the stillness,
Where forgotten fires burn.
Art copyrighted to George’s Girl 2025
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Well written and emotional poem
So heartfelt and beautifully written.