And then it started,
The dawdling descend,
Eternally unnerving, unending
With flashes of misty madness
Till the numbing temple hits the earth.

A screeching moment,
Flees, absconding prior to being noticed
All holds up.

Force is felt,
Crunching, screaming, breaking.
Cause has left, pain not yet.
It soothes and kills,
I've to just wait.

Skin paves the way,
Innards spew out,
Out on the canvas it leaps,
Creating yet destroying
The dark road isn't unlit anymore.

Yelling and howling,
Squealing, caterwauling
Cries for help in a distance,
Some for me, some for themselves.

A leg, some ribs,
A rolling eye, afar.
Soul to be next
Wait almost over
Death is nigh.

See you on the other side.

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Mohamed Sarfan's picture

Dear Poeter, Every human life revolves around carrying death. Of course man's life is the collection of the Lord who can not know the answers to many questions. Here each of the memories is explored by the earthworms in the grave one day. This poem makes me think. All The Best My Dear Friend; Write More Congratulations

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