Poem #55: Coming to Terms
#56 of Poetry
Another creative writing assignment. This was a free-write.
This is existentialist idea about accepting that you cannot escape death; that death is inevitable. Enjoy.
Coming to Terms
The waves are crashing Burning the soil Liquid fire amongst the sands Time floats among the clouds And the eyes peer into space
Breath can be seen Travelling upon the wind Blood runs ice cold Evaporating from the veins And the eyes look to the stars
Hair falls away Swimming in the ashes The skin melts off bone Leaving the soul to depart And the eyes stare at the universe
Blackness deepens in the mind The heart stops Fingers curl into nothing Grasping at the air And the eyes see life leave
The remains are scattered The funeral has been held Black cloth for grief Salted tears for remembering And the eyes have long stopped seeing
And my eyes see the grave Whittled away by time Upon the head it reads "You cannot escape death Accept it."
~bhscorch
"Coming to Terms" by bhscorch is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License