Place Of The Dead

Things we do and learn. Have respect for others as well as yourself. Do unto others as you would have them do to you.

I now enter the place of the dead

In the prime of my life

Never again will I see the Lord God

I will be robbed of my normal years

Never again will I see my friends

While in the land of the living

My life is blown away

With those who live in this world

It has been cut short

Like a shepherd's tent in a storm

A weaver cuts cloth from a loom

My life is over

I was torn apart from the lions

While I waited all night

I moaned like a dove

And chattered like a swallow on a crane

I am in trouble

I am tired of looking to heaven for help

Reviews

[Elizabeth]

the regret emanating from the poem is so strong. loved your usage of words. this poem is truly really well crafted.

[angel]

Thank you so very much. Glad you like it.

[Elizabeth]

you're welcome

[angel]

So sweet of you

[angel]

Thank you Silente so much. It means a lot to me. Have a great day and wonderful night.

[apennylate]

Wow... Metaphor master over here... The images are powerful in this one... Sometimes help comes from within, not from without...

[angel]

Thank you so much this means a lot to me. You are so right.