david bailey

Rookie - 0 Points (4/30/1991 / manhatten)

Death - Poem by david bailey

Death
Death is like the weather
Unpredictable and swift
Her body was hallow as a tree
My dear heather why did you leave me

Corrupted like a priest with no morels
My heart hard as a rock
Corrupted by the site of your blood
Tormented by the look on your face

Pale as the sun when I look up
Blinded by the flash of the gun
Deafened by the sound of the bang
Pierced by the lost of you

Why do I think about you?
Like I think about my girl
You’re not close to me as she
So why does your death affect me


Comments about Death by david bailey

  • Rookie Daedalus Labyrinth (6/11/2008 10:10:00 AM)

    Wow, great job. Beautiful and thought-provoking. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, December 13, 2009


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