When Death Is Survival Poem by Stan Petrovich
When Death Is Survival
The last of your family is
Gone. You are now alone to contemplate
Motionless sands or sere waves
In deep purple, crying oceans
To turn the tide of what could
Have been.
No family. No friends.
Just the bellyache of a vast hunger
For richness of thought,
For a dream of clear vision.
The rocks are one color alone.
You are one color alone as well.
Might as well join them.
There is no heaven or hell.
A sad but very beautiful poem. Great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Devil and the damned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/3/2024 7:22:18 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I never did believe the saying blood runs thicker than water..family gone...can't change that..friends are only gone if you push them away...drown them out. Heartfelt write.