Holy Death

Holy Death short poem

Shadows and the bravery of the past,
echoes of the sounds you spoke
of hopes and misery ever last…
but smokes of your failure – you choke

Behinds the sun,
stars dream of evening darkness.
Holy Death, leads us to stray
to the land of forgiveness

Still, you can’t find there
a veil to cover your unspoken truth.
Nothing to bury your
pure violet soul…

Golds..the precious
and those empty hotel rooms
as you set landmines
on your every step to cremation ground

You remember
little flowers on the branches
with dew of winter
all across those wooden fences..

You should see one last time
those unused boyhood medals
but its just vague through the time
your home is away so far

Now you found yourself
covered by the white satin
you closed your eyes to stop yourself
to see changing everything

Don’t bemoan, as you are alone
you will remembered by few
at the end of the road, no throne
someone will take care of you too…

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