Best Lossvoice Poems
I looked into the eyes of a dying child
And asked her if there was anything I could do
Anything that may lessen the pain
Anything that would make her forget
She said, “ Sing for me, Oh! stranger
Sing in that beautiful voice of yours
Sing till I pass away in peace
Sing for me, Oh! Please do.”
I sang in a voice trembling with fear
Laden with sadness and pain
I sang about God, his glory
About God’s ways of which we know nothing
As the song ended, she smiled that little sad smile
And asked in a voice ever so frail
“ If there is a God, then why am I here
Have I lived my life? Answer me this
What are his plans, so grand, that don’t let me live
Is my death part of a greater truth?”
Saying this she closed her little eyes
Squeezed my hand with her tiny hands
And let out her last little breath
And looked radiant even in death.
'Twas time our teeth be
sealed with bogus lips, frozen
from the frost of tears.
Except for a form of
mourning, they were to
remain captives, the thirty
two of them
or less.
From aloft, we all seemed
black ants, clustering for
honey,
But our reasons for
gathering was bitter. As
bitter as the shreiking voice
of the
violin,
The tiring voice of the
organ, as bitter as the sound
of the hymns sung,
As the thoughts it bore so
clung.
Assuredly a melodious tune it
was, but our feets refused
to dance. 'stead, more
tears
watered the soil, dust of
grief arose, containing airs'
naivety.
'Twas the last of the gigantic
rectangle, slowly immersing,
the grounds imbibing,
shovel
scorching sands with
withered hands, bodies
swaying, more intriguing than
martial arts,
honouring its lasts.
There was fear in the co-pilot’s eyes,
his voice was thin and almost cracked,
passengers filled the plane with cries,
their plane was one of many attacked,
the pilot felt her stomach clamp,
even tighter then it had ever been,
face wet, mind damp,
and her co-pilot right there,
drinking in the tension and expressing the fear,
the pilot’s voice came out strong,
she wanted to break the silence
that they suffered for so long,
and it made the plane feel like
the inside of a tomb,
over 200 passengers felt the doom,
crashing soon,
and death was served that afternoon.
“ Witch!”
He screamed,
his deep voice seemed
to penetrate to the bone,
as she was shackled,
and left alone.
She was in a dark room,
uncertainty loomed,
her voice tied,
her life lied,
her future died,
her past tried,
as she sensed chunks of death
floating around,
taking her spirits down,
the Keeper’s voice steadily slashed,
pain shot through her vein,
her voice cracking under the strain,
death sent messages to the brain,
the Reaper merely confirmed her worst fear,
death was coming, death was near.