DEATH

DEATH,
i can’t look into your icy eyes
i can’t welcome you into my life

and i ask You;
WHY ARE YOU
SO BLACK AND COLD?

the tears you make me weep
are bitter.
they carry the hate out of my eyes
and roll down my cheek
‘till i angrily wipe them
off my face

and i trudge through the day
with a tired,
heavy heart.

--CRONIN DETZZ

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DEATH
written 11-29-81
by Cronin Detzz
Inspiration
Death is such an interesting, unknown variable to write about.  Death is personified in this poem, and hatred is aimed at death and turned into tears: "the tears you make me weep / are bitter."







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