Betrayal - Fickle Death's Sickle
BETRAYAL - FICKLE DEATH'S SICKLE
Life is short, death is sure,
Much is better left unsaid
In this painful life we endure
Many thorns we may have to tread
As death freezes,
Loved ones fall prey to deadly diseases,
Death with His sickle cuts as He pleases,
Sparing no one, He runs rampant,
While we survive, our lives stagnant,
Reminiscing those absent...
For Death's betrayal, what is the cure?
Blood tears that we shed??
Fickle Death's sickle displeases
Our will to live in torn fragment...s...
11/08/18
Fragmented Rhyme Contest-November 2018 Writing Challenge
Dear Heart a.k.a Broken Wings
Copyright © Joanna Daniel | Year Posted 2018
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