Clarity
This is my first ever attempt at a poem. Hope you like it. Have no idea what to call it. :D
Clarity
Last breath the man would take.
His time had come, his killer the lake.
Light had shed upon him,
Vision blur, yet all was clear.
Death shone him his face so slim
None who considered him dear
Late was he for redemption,
Life that described imperfection.
Death had been blunt
Nothing had he to live for
His last words, a grunt
Begging to die, his insides sour.
An endless fall deep and dark in depth
The man felt helpless, staring at death.
A never ending abyss of nothingness
Still, more preferable than his terrible life of loneliness
Atlas! It was time to meet his holiness
Though in deep water, he still felt his shallowness.
Never had one felt such pain,
Insides with more water than blood,
There was nothing beautiful with the way he was slain,
He wondered if he had ever been loved.
No one would moan for the poor nobody
There would be no claim for his young, able body.
Shame, he had no fight left,
Paralysed and literally out of breath.
He had been caught in humanities net.
Pity, he learned the meaning of life only upon death.
Death so elite, eternal
Life how short and mortal
Only upon death can life be considered full
For death is what makes life beautiful.
He saw, but never once did he admire,
He tasted, but never once did he savour,
He slept, but never once did he dream,
He died, but never once did he live
The mans final emotion, a frown,
Oh! What a terrible way to die, to drown.
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