Harbinger Of Death Poem by Jona PoloRamirez

Harbinger of death half clad in a gown of grey
Hair tousled, monstrous to my normal sight,
Fist clasp, holding a thunder cloud...
Face stern with unconscious smirk ready to jump out.
Grim look mingled with an unforgiving smile
Relaying news scary to ones peaceful countenance

My peaceful normal world broken down a year back,
The beginning of a life in limbo in the dark,
Scared to thrive with things I am good at
The harbinger of death always lurking at my back
Ready to grab the good things in my life.

Outside my world, life moves forward; people
Walking, cars honking, sirens whistling -
To somewhere where trouble stomps the ground,
Tha battle between snowstorms and beautiful sunny day -
Light, a harbinger to my life's unpredictable day and night.

In dreams of family - present and past life,
Folktales retold - a cry of laughter in my crowd,
A gathering of family with friends always around,
The people in my past life - angels all harbingers
Of good life - always guided by one clad in a gown of white.

My harbinger of death searching for a lost smile,
Only to find angels all cald in an armour of white.