Fear of Death

Fear of death shadows me like clouds of rain. When fiercely I indulge in deeds so worth; Like fountains brim-fill within ceaseless pain, With grim queries: What's life? Why is this birth? My mother went, like bloom-fades, with no sound, I saw, so roughly, my father's goal end; My kids too, like dead butterflies, I found, It's, hence, I fear death; He is not my friend...! Will he knock me down when I freely walk? Will he chock my breath when I have a snack? Will my veneered washroom witness his shock? Or, all these, like volcanoes, wisdom crack? Midst these, I sow; harvest: gather, in vain, Fear of death shadows me like clouds of rain. 12 May Orphan Sonnet Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Emile Pinet