Death Is A Word That Can Be Read

Death Is A Word That Can Be Read

A Poem by Cassidy Mask

Death is a word that can be read.

A word that can be thought.

                                    And felt.

And said.

                                   

Death is an action.

(The act of Dying)

And an end.

 

Death is the black taste

That lingers in the back of your throat

A sickening reminder.

 

Death is five letters

Which can be used to form other words:

            Eat

            He

            Hate

Tea

            Ate

            Hat

            At

            Tad

            Heat

Date

Ted

Head

The

Had

(And those are just the English words)

 

Death is black

            And red

            And gold

            And green

            And blue

           

(And young

            And old)

 

Death is hard

            And cold

            And sharp

It’s bitter.

Twisted.

(Without heart)

 

Death is the absence of life

And life the absence of death

(But what is the absence of words…)

 

Death is a word that can be read.

A word that can be thought.

                        And said.

 

But it’s just a word.

Like any other.

It’s just a word.

 

 

 

 

Death

–Noun

  1. The act of dying; the end of life; the total and permanent cessation of all the vital functions of an organism.
  2. An instance of this: a death in the family; letters published after his death.
  3. The state of being dead
  4. Extinction; destruction
  5. Manner of dying
  6. (Usually initial capital letter) the agent of death personified, usually represented as a man or a skeleton carrying a scythe.
  7. Also called spiritual death. Loss or absence of spiritual life.
  8. Christian Science. The false belief that life comes to an end
  9. Bloodshed or murder
  10. A cause or occasion of death
  11. Archaic. Pestilence; plague.

 

© 2009 Cassidy Mask


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I love your writing.

its impossible to review though...

Posted 17 Years Ago


wow, i loved this, it was really moving, yet cold at the same time.
Death is the absence of life
And life the absence of death
(But what is the absence of words�)

loved it!

Posted 17 Years Ago


Oh my goodness....... I don't know why, but this piece really moved me...... Depressing, yet relieving. Strange, yet familiar.
I really like your thoughts........ and the way you worded the poem.

Posted 17 Years Ago



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Cassidy Mask
Cassidy Mask

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