Death.
It creeps upon us like a ghost,
not knowing when it's there,
not knowing that it will strike at any time.
Death.
When not coming for you,
It strikes others.
Leaving our hearts broken into pieces.
Sorrow.
After death,
this occurs to finish the job.
Soaking into our skin,
pouring out of our eyes,
down our face.
Dripping off,
like freshly melted snow on trees.
Wow, Sofia! Heavy topic. What inspired it? I really like how you've structured it, starting the first 2 stanzas with "death" and the last one with "sorrow." Good visuals, especially in the last stanza. I really like your definition of "sorrow"--"to finish the job." And how it soaks into us and out of us--nice touch bringing the trees into it! Whew! love, patti
ReplyDeleteI don't know what inspired it...I just wrote it. Thanks for the comment. love you!!! :)
Delete(Love you 2!) I've been thinking about the last two lines, and how wonderful they are. You captured the sadness of other things passing, like winter (that I know you love so much). But that also implies some "hope"--that seasons change, things come and go, there is a circle to life that is natural. Very nice, Sofia!
Deleteepic sauce. loved it! scary tho...
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