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
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