Patti Masterman


Something's Angry When You Die - Poem by Patti Masterman

Something's angry when you die
The cells for life, on you relied;
Some people brought back from the brink
Recall a special hell, they think

Where darkness rules, and screaming's heard-
Because life is to be preferred-
And clutching fingers, violent hands
Can sense the ties of life, disband.

Something senses deep within
That being dead must be a sin;
To lose one's life would have to be
Of sin, the utmost penalty.

The brain unknowing about death,
Only knows the cease of breath,
But eyes a farther light must seek:
Leave body to its own relief.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 30, 2013



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