Even the violet
has turned pale.
It is drained white.
My own hot blood
is leaving me
in cowardly flight.
Mild fear engulfs
my heart
with unexpected beat.
I share my lifes
sure death
with minds defeat.
Sally Plumb
The anxiety of impending death. I suppose we must all come to terms with it somehow, through religion, stoicism, existentialism, or some philosophy that may set your mind to rest. The challenge of our humanity.
Thoughts are easy to play and hard to portrait! nice work with your thought in this poem dear 10 -Ali
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Premonition of death bad Ma’am in real life…poetically gives strength to survive… thanks for sharing … Regards Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10