Tones of Death

Tones of Death I hear the sombre tones of death they linger with no sound as eerie whispers in my mind creep echoing around. These sounds of misery and woe now mingle with my doubts and drag me down to places low with silent screaming shouts. I know that I must heed their voice although they’re fraught with fear and suffer with their helpless plight until they disappear. They feed their desolation on emotions buried deep and rising from their agony they waken from their sleep. They drain the essence of my life and rape my very soul as they seek for a spark of hope to help to make them whole. The darkness suffocates my will as inner strength is drained and riding on this slender thread for them release is gained. Again I feel the pain of loss from death’s dejected soul and hope the torment that I bear is worth my chosen role. The sombre tones of death I hear are souls that are not free but will they ever understand the pain it causes me. Ivor G Davies