Death

Death short poem

Uploaded by Nisha Mathew


I don’t turn my tears away

because it never comes without reason.

It follows my footsteps

and digging my pains,

those are rains streaming from eyes

as rain falling from the sky on earth.

I am afraid of darkness

No one can make it disappear

It reminds me all of my pain

It breaks my heart and swallows me

I am wandering in the darkness,

to get away from the portrait of sadness.

I have no tears left in my eyes,

but still my soul is crying.

You left me alone with your memories

It keeps hurting me,

No one can bring you back

I miss you more than words can say.

You are the shining star of the sky

You smile at me when I look at you,

that doesn’t dim the light of my face

I live in the shadow of your memory.

Is this the fate of life….or

Is this the rule of life?

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