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Hush Sweet Death

01 Jul

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What is it like to die, a quiet nakedness

beneath the sun letting the wind caress

the soul; cease breathing and free from

evil tides; no more mountains to climb,

just dance, dance sweet soul until the end

of eternity. Death removes evil, breath rides

a gentle thunder over the sea, play games

with the starlight you are free.

Death lies within the tomb, shakes a solid

world that locks away innocent minds, Evil is

never kind. Evil’s fists are like boulders. Mourn

the guiltless they leave their world behind where

no one loved those hearts and minds. There is

no hope so tears are restrained, locked inside

their minds you would find raging pain.

Death brings eternal joy, no longer in life’s ploy.

All men are born of mothers but many hate their

wives, a fist to places that cannot be seen will hurt

but keep the wife alive. No guilt does Evil feel and

patient until the wounds heal. Women are on the

road to their death, no one cares they have a heavy

burden to bear. Hush for sweet death has arrived, at

last pain and suffering is over, soon the blameless will

die.

2015©elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

http://womenshealth.gov/violence-against-women/get-help-for-violence/how-to-help-a-friend-who-is-being-abused.html

 
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Posted by on July 1, 2015 in Poetry

 

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5 responses to “Hush Sweet Death

  1. calensariel

    July 1, 2015 at 2:59 pm

    Sometimes I’m not quite sure how to comment on your poems. This is one of those times. It’s beautiful, yet there is something about it that makes me feel anxious. Does that make sense?

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    • elizabeth ann johnson-murphree

      July 1, 2015 at 8:40 pm

      Does your anxious feeling have a good point? Absolutely. It speaks of abuse, the despair that some women feel and the ultimate end which they believe is the only way to be free of it; which is their death. The poem mirrors all the emotions that I felt at one time. As I have openly acknowledged my creations are born out of experience, reality of the situations in which I lived. I consider myself to be one of the lucky ones who cheated the final outcome…death. I don’t mean to bring anxiety to my readers, yet as I said, my poems are born from truth and knowledge. Thank you so much for your candid comment, I appreciate your questioning and the depth you understand. Ann

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  2. thefeatheredsleep

    July 1, 2015 at 7:50 pm

    Very beautiful

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  3. sheldonk2014

    July 3, 2015 at 2:36 am

    Very powerful and great images
    As always Sheldon

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