Death😥 Poem by Author Black

A lot of hearts are wounded
With blood they are flooded
They had sound, now they are muted
Even hidden pains are uprooted

Waking up every morning
With the pain of mourning
Makes life so boring
But not worth ignoring

And there is an orphan
Standing by the fan
To get some fresh air
As he has no one 'cause he was the only air

Looking through the window
As black as shadow
It's widow
Whose life moved from hero to zero

Death has no heart
But it has some guts
It's not selective
Rather it's collective

As the ciffing goes down
Along with it our hopes drown
Leaving us with no energy to shout
Even when it's not that loud

Death has no shame
It olny brings pain
Even to the old aged
It's worse than a traitor