Sweet Death
Silencing voices til the prick of a pin
Is heard piercing the floor

Mummies walking,
Two left feet in front of the other
There is no right here anymore.

No thoughts, thinking wrongs,
Just the circumambience of you
causing supple tears of mortality.

Serene sorrow,
In all that you are
You are here in base reality

No words, tongues bruised,
No life, except you.
Inferno-fires of blazing hell
Here existence is no longer life.

Rivers, oceans, floods of
Saline tears,
Stress, sorrow, morose strife.

To live without existence
In your utter shadow
To exist without living
Is your sole reward

Sweet death,
Piled on by heavy burdens
Of the invincible youth

You find a way to
Let the air out
Of their heads
With you prickling sword

Tiny piece
Of scrap metal heading
To the floor,

I watch it fall, and think
Of how I revolt the
Sound of it piercing,
Bloody sorrow-
It lies no more.

Silenced voices
Stop and stare as it
Falls upon the floor

Tears filing on their eyelids
As they realize you are here once more.

Nicely done.

Les

I'm always surprised when a good piece of writing is ignored by the readership here.
Good job, Merri write more.

Les

I noticed, bravo Merri.