Deaths Hand

Four scores of years;
and dust and grave
all your life
a road to death is paved.

Your beating heart
your flesh and bone
your love and hope
and then; alone.

Author's Note

If you can think of a less lame name, I will change it.

Reviews

[Karina Longo]

I can feel the despair in your words. I can feel, feel, feel. I love when a poem can actually make my emotions flow.

[TBird J.]

Sad!
You write so incredibly well. This poem is so simple yet so powerful, great write my friend!