The Time For Death Poem by Maciej Bes

The Time For Death

Rating: 4.8


It is the time to die,
You can't wait for it.
There is waiting Satan's eye,
Game over, it's time to quit.

Pick your worthless items,
forget about friends.
Leave everything, nobody care.
After it you won't dare.

You can take your memories,
but for what, you don't have.
You can write meaningless letters,
but for what, nobody care.

Just go away from this world,
Nobody is depending of you.
You have to go to death queue,
Nobody care, go to hell, be burned.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death,time
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 11 April 2015

I see depression rearing its ugly head within the lines of this piece of poetry. If only one can keep the faith and learn to take things and situations in stride, one will overcome and conquer depression. A lovely poem, well articulated and nicely penned with insight. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.

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Kelly Kurt 29 March 2015

Dark and brooding words. Thanks for sharing.

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