Brian Schwall

(Phoenix, Arizona)

The Room - Poem by Brian Schwall

The room bare;
the odor of fear touches senses dear,
death completes its final journey.
The bed rigid;
form covered in grey now unmoving,
its sheet whispers aloud todays journey.
The eyes reflect;
the hunger guided towards tomorrows flight,
tears score the path of deaths journey.
The love unscarred;
as we stagger in retreat from our dreams,
to pray alone awaiting God's journey.
The room silent;
body still, its greeds and needs defeated,
beauty beginning, our soul's journey.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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