‘’Death’’
Through the struggle of life
And the song of my wife
A sudden stop came
All like a game
From sweet and lovely
To death and Misery
The love of my life
The song in her heart
Now broken-apart
Nothing but silence
“Broken-apart”
As silence fell
And the ringing of the bell
A broken heart lays still
Torn apart by forever
Now one who has a fever
Consumed by pieces, ill
As the sad song plays
And the widows ran away
Nothing good ever stays
A heart Broken-apart
“Consumed”
Consumed by grief
Watching the last leaf
By vessel in the heart
Six feet under-ground
Lays his wife
Once alive now gone
Consumed by saddness
The man fell
From life to death.
About the Creator
A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶7 days ago in Petlife
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