Between my hearse and my coffin
Layed to rest, buried, laying still
Eyes closed, makeup perfected
No remorse, a finale-the corpse
The tales of a dead woman
Mouth sealed shut, left to rot
A handful of dying roses-single pose
In the ground, not a single sound
No last breath, there is no life in death
Empty lungs, heavy lids,3 grown kids
Someone is born in my place
I've figured it out now. the who, why and how.
My death.
Very good... Flowing But don't be sure yet, you come to find this.....
Goodness. I've never heard death written this way. It's a beautiful depiction of it. not as in pretty sight but the words were perfect. Awesome job.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love the title and the way you portrayed death. perfect poem Athena