No rhythm, no rhyme,
death, sets you apart,
isolated in time,
when it's time to depart;
Darkest of all dark,
when life's abated,
why's death a question-mark?
Your flesh, isolated;
When the black hole's near,
and it pulls you in,
feel the dark cold fear,
you're on a downward spin,
and you can't get out,
in time, frozen be,
trust your prays, have no doubt,
and set your spirit free.
You can't get out. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
we have to live first in order to die the only question is why?
Tony, it's a well worded poem leaving the reader in suspense.
I actually had to listen to this as well as reading it, only then I got the drift of it. An optimistic poem. Well written. Congratulation! ! !
'No rhythm, no rhyme, death, sets you apart, isolated in time, ' the first three lines of this poem are quite profound to meditate upon, before the separation of 'when it's time to depart; ' with the finality of no choice developed in the pathos of the final lines.
Setting the spirit free and attaining salvation. A profound conceptualization. Congrats on the member poem of the Day.
Poem realistically depicting the mental status and thinking of a person getting closer to the final destiny. Well crafted. Congrats for being the member's PoD.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well-written, Tony++++++++ congrats on being selected for the day+++++++++