If Death Had A Face, It Would Be Pretty. Poem by Nicole D'Settemi

If Death Had A Face, It Would Be Pretty.

Rating: 5.0


A Porcelain Doll
Dressed like the Grim Reaper
In this pit of pure darkness,
I fall even deeper

Shrouded in mystery
Consumed by suicide
An obsession with control
Which I try to hide

Playing this life—
Like one hand of poker
Where I am the Queen
And, God is the Joker

But, the Devil's the King
Who always reigns supreme
It's like a nightmare I'm stuck in—
Some screwed up, lucid dream!

Skies of Vanilla—
Except that they're NOT
All I see is darkness;
Until my eyes start to rot!

But, then, a hint of some light.
Again—just a tease!
Another joke from the master
And, now the skies start to freeze.

Hell may be on fire—
But, it's heaven that's COLD.
Eternal Peace?
I'm not entirely sold.

Fiction— I'll call it.
A masterpiece, even!
But darkness consumes me.
So, it's fiction I can't believe in!

A view of this world—
With a masochist's telescope
Which leaves me in agony
With no faith and no hope

I try to look away—
Yes, my eyes, I try to close.
Yet toward this dark pit,
It seems the path that I chose.

So, on I continue,
As if magnetically drawn
Again, with this riddle.
As if God's only pawn

Yet, when I get close?
This puzzle—I start to solve
Right in front of my face;
The answers seem to dissolve.

Then, with reckless ambition.
To simply conquer DEATH.
I look to the sky
And, question: what's left?

Like a Pile of Ashes
I lay strewn on the ground.
As my voice begs for freedom...
Yet, I don't make a sound.

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If Death Had A Face, It Would Be Pretty.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Anil Kumar Panda 17 September 2020

A very thought provoking poem. There is no one who can conquer death, even Gods are not spared. 'Like a Pile of Ashes I lay strewn on the ground As my voice begs for freedom... Yet, I don't make a sound.'.. is very nice. Thanks for sharing.

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Dr Antony Theodore 14 July 2018

Then, with wreckless ambition To simply conquer DEATH I look to the sky And, question: what's left? we poets are here on earth with sublime mission to spread positive ideas born from deep faith in one's own faith in self and faith in God. ultimately death shall not conquer us... after physical death there is always a resurrection of the just........ believe in it....... faith in God helps us a l ot...... FAith is real. thank u dear poetess for this great poem.. tony

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Nicole Settimi 07 November 2018

Thx so much, Tony. Your kinds words as always, provide some relief from the despair, my brother. I appreciate you. Xx NDS I appreciate you

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