Open Poetry #13 |
For Those Who Fear Death ( Sonnet ) |
Tony Abbot Member
since 2000-11-18
Posts 209North Wales,UK |
Some wise men say this life we bear is hell, The spirit trapped, encased in flesh and bone, No key permitted to this mortal cell, Until the reaper's scythe makes us his own. And yet we dread the day that we must die, To face what lies beyond this troubled land, But this is where perdition's fires lie, They purge us all,but we misunderstand. Enmeshed in strife and struggle, we get lost Amidst confusion, chained to states of mind, Mistaking life for all there is,the cost Is we succumb to fears that can bind. Perspective comes beyond this realm of pain, With death's release, at last we rend our chains. 'Humankind cannot bear too much reality' T.S.Eliot |
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KokoStewartKoomoa Senior Member
since 2000-12-04
Posts 580Waikiki, Hawaii |
This is a very thought evoking topic and thanks for your expression on it in this piece. God bless! Aloha with warmest regards, Koko |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
very Poe, very good. I'm impressed. Kathleen Blake |
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Tony Abbot Member
since 2000-11-18
Posts 209North Wales,UK |
Thank you both for replying. |
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