Empty Halls
When shall death come passing by,
And the world shall at last hear my cry?
When will I wander in his shade,
And feel my breath cease and beauty fade?
So many have cried, so many unheard calls,
Their message echoing through empty halls.
Such cruel a trick the hand of Time doth play,
That in death alone, attention they pay.
A silence louder than a deafening roar,
To be alone encased by walls and a closed door.
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.
