The Gate

19 Oct


I am death,

covered by

the blood of

life’s victims,

the peace

loving, the

innocent and

the brave,

silenced; they

lay with me here

in the grave.

The living stands

in cold silence,

regret, moans on

every breath,

living souls that

cannot keep away

the fright of death.

In the voices of life,

there could be heard

prayer, prejudice and

dismay; whether hate

or fate, all is now with

me at “Heaven or Hells”




Posted by on October 19, 2015 in Poetry


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5 responses to “The Gate

  1. thefeatheredsleep

    October 19, 2015 at 12:48 am


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  2. artandmoondreams

    October 20, 2015 at 9:59 pm

    Nicely done.

    Liked by 1 person

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