No More

Feeling her tears fall to the floor.
My room floods with sorrow.
Every drip soaks deep in my skin.
Pray that all your troubles are no more.

Hearing her anguish through thin
Paper walls I collapse with convulsion.
Thoughts burning as I pray.
GOD, she has not committed any sin!

Barely breathing as my lungs weigh
Like stones that kids throw.
Opening the door letting the water rush
Away the hurt that held sway.

Running up to your crush
Soul to hold you away from pain.
To hear the gaps of your heart beat.
Bursting in I see you blush.

I see the water under your feet.
Closer I hug you tightly
Promising you will suffer no more.
Sleep and dream of sweet summer heat.

Death

                                              Magpie Tales

Death

Grey.

Bleak.

Death.

Is what one may see, taste, smell, and hear.

Touching the cold concrete of graves.

Underneath you can't help but overhear

The rotting corpses that once spoke of life.

Decay.

Bones.

Death.

Is what one envisions of the dead.

Haunting you as Autumn rain soaks

The clothing as your heart fills with dread.

That one day you'll be like them.

Forgotten.

Souls.

Death.

Is what you feel against the stone.

Trying to picture a man named Moore.

Do you feel cold and all alone?

Your soul leaving to the unknown?

Pray.

Life.

Death.

Is what you know in your heart.

That death is just another door to life.

Heaven the absolute perfect art.

Is there any need to fear our timely death?