Death Poem: Death Will Come Poem by Carlton's Other Voices

Death will come
like a sweet white rose
or a gift with wrappings
that will slowly enclose me
and ribbons to strangle
and bows

Death will come
with thorns to pierce
my black heart

A surprise party
an unexpected prize
and I honoured in mahogany
or teak
take a peek
before flames enfold me
and I depart

I have always equated annihilation
with crashing through dead walls
and wanting to stay

But death will come
while I still waiting
am hating the silence
and fate will take me
calmly away
without a sound

© Carlton Carr 2013