David Wood

Gold Star - 12,212 Points (07 April 1950 / London)

Mortality (Pathos) - Poem by David Wood

Anguish spread morbid wings
In dark foreboding skies
Doors slammed shut
Nowhere to hide
The world falling falling

Emptiness greets with open arms
Breathless heart pounding
Emptiness in every direction
Its prophecy a silent voice
Opaque bandaged light burning
Inside a smouldering fire

The cup of pathos an elixir
Fails to give everlasting life
Only bones remain

Topic(s) of this poem: mortality


Comments about Mortality (Pathos) by David Wood

  • Kelly Kurt (8/27/2015 12:47:00 PM)


    A remarkably well worded poem, David (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 27, 2015


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