Brian Davey Poet Free verse

Dead On Death

A black mist of lifelessness breathes in the pure air

  It is vacant within it's emptiness dead hollow and bare
  We vanish from existance of those with eyes who see

   The unknown secret of a life dying to never leave
   Remembrance held in memory of the spirits in the air
   Vapors of information above with the nothing left to share

    Birth is where the timer starts counting towards the end
    It's fair to say we're all really the walking dead
    Maybe life is only preparation for what is coming after
    Then death is worth living for our books final chapter


            Written 01/15/19 
            Contest: 10L-10W-Free Verse
            Hosted By: Laura Loo

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Indiana Shaw October 31, 2019 at 10:31 AM My second poem in and again your works excel, no imagination here, just life true to form, I can't wait for the next one to read . . . ; ) Brian Davey October 31, 2019 at 10:40 AM thank you

Gregory Richard Barden April 27, 2019 at 11:38 PM Death is the only thing that gives life its worth ... love, life, experience, joy, relationship, family, friendship, EVERYthing worthwhile, is such because it is fleeting, finite, and fast-leaving. Excellent write once again, my friend, I'm happy to see my friend Connie found it worthwhile as well! Blessings! :-) Brian Davey October 31, 2019 at 10:40 AM thank you so much

Connie Marcum Wong January 16, 2019 at 12:43 AM This is excellent Brian! Birth is where the timer starts counting towards the end It's fair to say we're all really the walking dead". So true! : ) Brian Davey January 16, 2019 at 1:35 AM So ironic but it is so true, thanks Connie