Death's Often Promises a Needed Relief

Death's Often Promises A Needed Relief Death oft' walks paths both light and dark, desperately shallow and sometimes deep, riding on purest truth so eternally stark sometimes revealed in dreams we sleep. So often as feared as a mad tiger raging, with fangs showing and claws so long, oft' a remedy to that of our painful aging saddest melody in that dying song. Often sweet is it's gliding shadowy mist, time and walls silently passing, seeking bright flowers on eternity's list its great finality all encompassing. Sadness is it's taking of the very young, taken in such softened early bloom, joy stopped, life so tragically unsung left behind heartache's empty room. Sometimes that promise so eagerly sought, when in misery and unending pain, comes with blessing of a last train caught and the joy of much needed rain. A gift when time has then sadly taken away, joy, happiness and one's true love, bright sun shining on each and every day showering a new light from above. 07-23-2015 For the contest, Any Sad Poem, sponsor, Broken Wings