Poetry

Death

I see the death everyday
A group of sad prayers before the sick bed
A father before his son’s grave

I see the death in your dream
The hollow spaces wish to redeem
From the deeds that remain unseen

I sense the death everywhere I go
Death in the eyes and death in empty vessels

I experience the death around me
Ending cycles in relations
Closing hopes in creations
And breaking waves in vast ocean

I see the death within me
The reflection of my skin goes decay
Draining bloods be leaching away
Nothing seems to be getting away
I see the death everyday

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