Brita Roy Poet Rhyme

Death

Death the Dreaded, Devastating and Devouring,  
Omnipotent, Overwhelming and Over –powering,                                                                                     When with outstretched hand it clutches its prey,                                                                                             There is no chance of escaping or getting away.

As it wrenches out the vestige of life in in its hold,                                                                                      Victims are helplessly immobilised within its fold.                                                                                        Cold sweat appears, stiff limbs contort with fear,                                                                                               Breathing is laboured, with frantic gasps for air.

In the grip of utter confusion, strength starts fast waning,
The mind loses its focus, the dreaded darkness fast gaining,                          Silent tears keep brimming over the glassy sightless eyes,                                                                                 Betraying the unspoken reluctance to sever all worldly ties.
 
Life is fast ebbing; Death the Destroyer is strolling out,
It has been the triumphant victor without any doubt!
Limp lies the victim, the last gasping pangs are no more.
Death with a jubilant flourish, exultantly closes the door.

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Rajeev Sen January 31, 2019 at 5:50 AM Upon reading this thought-provoking exquisite verse I realized that the clock is ticking for us all. So, I strongly recommend after you have read this poem, go fulfill your desires before your time is up. Have that misti doi or whatever else you crave. Trust Brita to bring out the beauty in the macabre. Believe me it just takes a second for a person to flatline. One second a human being gasping for breath and the next second a cold unresponsive corpse. Edit or delete this Brita Roy January 31, 2019 at 11:09 PM Thank you Rajeev for your critical appreciation. I am glad that the poem has made you aware that death might just be round the corner.Keeping that in mind we must bring happiness to as many people as we can-that is what matters.

Dhriti Paul January 30, 2019 at 10:39 PM This is a very nice poem It has a Good rhyming scheme and I especially like the alliterations Brita Roy January 31, 2019 at 11:01 PM Thank you Dhriti for your comment.It is the appreciation from the readers which encourages me to write better.