No rhythm, no rhyme,
death, sets you apart,
isolated in time,
when it's time to depart;
Darkest of all dark,
when life's abated,
why's death a question-mark?
Your flesh, isolated;
When the black hole's near,
and it pulls you in,
feel the dark cold fear,
you're on a downward spin,
and you can't get out,
in time, frozen be,
trust your prays, have no doubt,
and set your spirit free.
Well-written, Tony++++++++ congrats on being selected for the day+++++++++
Tony, it's a well worded poem leaving the reader in suspense.
we have to live first in order to die the only question is why?
I actually had to listen to this as well as reading it, only then I got the drift of it. An optimistic poem. Well written. Congratulation! ! !
'No rhythm, no rhyme, death, sets you apart, isolated in time, ' the first three lines of this poem are quite profound to meditate upon, before the separation of 'when it's time to depart; ' with the finality of no choice developed in the pathos of the final lines.
Setting the spirit free and attaining salvation. A profound conceptualization. Congrats on the member poem of the Day.
Poem realistically depicting the mental status and thinking of a person getting closer to the final destiny. Well crafted. Congrats for being the member's PoD.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You can't get out. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.