Death
Death
Is an
Incredible
Cliché
That
Invented
Us
We owe
Our evolution
Revolution,
Imagination,
And fear
To it.
It is a stop
Sign
Where some
Freeze
With
Ease
Or in the hard
Way
And evaporate.
For some
It is
Fair
And
Fear
Others
See it
As an
Up-hill stairs
Or
A down-hill
Stairs.
For some
It is
A bridge
To beloved one.
For others
It is
Vacuum,
Nothing,
Nowhere,
It is hell.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
