Death controls us
Before it stretches its wings
Metal that turns to rust
The fat lady before she sings
Death influences all
The morbidity of our souls
The leaf before its fall
That captures death in its flow
Death is the silence
Before we hear the final scream
The quiet before the violence
The final act of our dreams
Death is in reverse
The flower before it blooms
The fair and timely curse
The light before the gloom
Death is the cog
The bringer of things anew
The figure in the fog
That makes time for me and you
P D Dawson
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Ahh , a deep & thought provoking poem !
An eloquent write start to finish !!
Death is in reverse
The flower before it blooms . , Love it !
A splendid read thank you ...
Best regards , Friend Easy
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this poem made me imagine someone lying on their death bed welcoming death with open arms. embracing it like an old friend. this is a great piece. a person is brave to not fear death, because as humans we are taught to fear the unknown, it made me think of rebellion a little too because your not fearing death, which noone really knows what happens afterword, but your welcoming it. very great write. i enjoyed reading it, and related to it.
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Brilliantly Done:
This is very dark.
But it is very good nonetheless.
I loved the metaphors.
They were stellar.
Very good job.
I could understand what you were trying to say.
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death is life yet life is death...
hmm thats what this portrayed to me...
lovely write like all your others
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wow. scary but not like afraid of death. very good. what is the name at the end? wow, tho. this poem shows a good understanding and acceptance of death when it comes.
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