Along came death....then
her arms held open wide....that day
Sometime later eyes open....now
sweeping gently for remnants of life....forever
drifting, falling, sleepless days....always
fearing for her return.....today.
Awesome slice of the Abstract Verse...Fear of the Unknown....unless there be a Faith of Steel that tows the anchor of Death's thwart away...I Love this piece, Deb ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''fjr
You captured a great reality 'all men fear death' You did this well Short and to the point Dicky Cantrell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death can be fearful for some and peaceful for others. Depends on how deep faith is.