A tale to tell and sigh
Through the lonely walk of life,
A journey so unprecedented by faults,
Of thorns and rules to abide.
Walking through the path time and again,
Visits Death knowingly with a scythe,
To fetch the unworthy that remain,
And take them out of sight.
But lo and behold, he sees
A sight too new to his eyes,
For not one marks the list,
But the whole world of might.
Roam around that he does,
All that meets him is despair,
Unwitting cunning and cruelty
Even his principles cannot bear.
Nurturing a sinister coagulation,
The world was now out of hand,
He knew that all was lost to ruins,
If life didn't come back to life.
Souls too dead to breathe,
And hearts too withered to try,
The minds that run the world,
Were too shackled and dry.
Walking through the lonely walk of life
Returns Death now back to his grim abode,
A lost cause it was, he knew for certain,
This tale to even tell and sigh.
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PoetryPO1 || ❝To feel is only but to know what lies within, flowing through the depths of your heart and soul.❞ First poetry book in the From My Heart To Yours set. Original poems written on things that we all go through or live through at some point in t...
