Skull (Photo credit: SebastianDooris)
Death is
An empty train station
Past midnight
Watching the flickering
Pulse of the lamplight
Weave us a ghost
Death is
A ruined church
Moonlight streaming in
Misshapen walls
The crucifix broken
All hope lost
Death is
Alleyways at night
Leading nowhere
Stray cats lurking
Singing their discordant
Mournful song
Death is
The moment your soul
Breathes next to the living
But disturbs not even
The surrounding air
And you are gone
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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Death is the creation of total giving up..
Very true…that’s a great phrase that really sums it up, thank you!! 🙂
I always thought Death was a character in the Discworld books.
LOL, he/she/it probably is…I’m sure death plays many parts!! 🙂
I love Discworld!
I have to be honest here and admit that I’ve read every single book about twenty-odd times. I’ve even got a signed copy of Thud which nobody’s allowed to look at unless it’s through smoked glass.
That is fantastic!
Death is the new beginning
The cleanser of the soul
From the grime and debris of life
Death welcomes the unwary, the sudden and the prepared equally
Death will never shun or forsake you
But will embrace you and always be your friend.
Death always seems to get bad press, so I tried to give him/her/it (depending on your beliefs) a more positive spin 🙂
Love it! Death comes to us all at some time, so it is a good idea to see him/her/it as a friend…beautifully expressed answering poem to the one I posted so thank you!! 🙂
Welcome Helen 🙂
This is another poem that would make a great stand up poem helenvalentina. I think that the imagery is great. To me this is one of your better poems. I really like the flow and the wording and the concept.
Thanks so much, death is an interesting topic to write about. 🙂
Love it! Is it okay if I reblog it?
Absolutely, be my guest, and thank you so much!! 🙂 🙂
This is beautiful and so haunting, love it Helen
Thank you!! 🙂
the poem was powerful. But the picture was kind of scary! lol
LOL..yes, skulls can be a bit dark!! 🙂
it was the eyes sockets that were scary…those black holes…
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Truly a great poem! 🙂