Death of a Believer
DEATH OF A BELIEVER
The death of soul steals slowly through the years
the fog of mind that's never known to be;
brought on by laughter, love, and hate and tears
the fate of all that few can ever see.
It brings the withering of life, and all its leaves,
once green and shining in the morning sun,
now setting on it all, in evening grieves
for lack of interest in what life has done.
Compassion leaves the mind, once fired and prime
and old and tired now beats the heart we knew
life now mundaned by passing of all time,
there's nothing left the heart would like to do.
Dear hearts, you're numbered to your final breath
and no one cares for all your sweat and tears,
your rest is not until it's done in death,
but keep the faith in what you've done for years.
© Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
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