The Peacefulless Death

The Peacefulless Death short poem

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Great storms swaying here and there
Who this time is it swaying away
Man living everyday in fear
Am I to go today or live another day

Peaceful and eternal rest
Most see death as such but what of the rest
An end to all problems, they say
Death a path to peace, yes another way

Peaceful? Or did I hear peaceless?
The torture of the evil probably has been forgotten
Peace for the good, peace which is priceless
But eternal pain for the evil, pain never gets rotten

Death, sad to most
Death, joy to few
Death, to thee life is lost
Death, dirges most spew

Death, peaceful or peaceless ?
Death, a peacefulless journey.

By: Asamani Mercy

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I am a young writer who writes articles, poems, short and long stories and other literature. I am also a blogger and studying education in English and History at the University.
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