Death - Poem by Win Gray
Death is unkind and cruel
It steals the joy from our lives and brings sorrow
It takes away the comfort of love and companionship
It leaves us standing in sinking sand
and swimming in blood and tears.
Death increases the lines on the face
sketched by stained sorrow
It stops the beating heart
and releases the soul into an unknown world
where life is no more.
Death’s passing leaves behind a lonesome world
with fading memories and empty hearts
deprived of the freedom to express undying love
that binds lovers together and make them soulmates,
that binds families together making then inseparable.
No more freedom to roam,
to laugh, till tears of joy fill the eyes
Voices no longer echo gratitude for life
Instead, death breathes life into an unforeseen world
expatriating souls from a body into a grave.
Death renounces life and leaves us in distress,
welcoming immeasurable sadness
and the echoing wails of agony
at the sight of the lifeless body of loved ones
being put into the earth to decay.
Bones, bones, bones
All that is left of a being once filled with warmth
Mourning all thy days for the one who loved and lost
Regretting the passing and hoping for the judgement
to awaken eternal sleep.
Death returns the body to mother earth
while the earthly mother screams because of her aching womb,
shouting death’s friendly words: sorrow, tragic and forsaken
Life and love has been paralysed by grief
It is immensely painful; I wish death would die.
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