Death is my morning
Death is my night
Death is the feeling I feel every night
Death is the rain falling from the skys above
Death is a song that is always sung
Death is a books' pages fill with pain
Death is my story not some childish game
Death is all around me taking away my love
Death is a pathway, going to the sea
Death is the feeling of a softball game
Death is your words created by hate
Death is my thoughts boiled in pain
Death is this
Death is that
Death is everything good and bad
Death is my love
Death is my song
Death is me... and Death is gone
Burton, you are slowly progressing into a great poet. I know you well and this poem inspires room for a lot of thought. The rhythm using the metaphors was exceptionally powerful. Death is all around us, and it slowly eats away at our core. Wonderful job, keep up the masterful work.
Wonderful Job!
Sara
Are you calling Matt Shifflett death?