Death And Pain

I never thought death would make me weep
Never imagined pain could cut so deep
I never knew what it means to be hurt
Never understood what it feels like to be boiling in a pot
Now my life is in a mare’s nest
Dear God please rouse me from this nightmare

Oh death! Where is thy king?
Who tells you whom to sting?
Why are you such a horrible thing?
Have you no shame or pride?
No rule by which you abide?
You took my mum now you’ve taken my bride

Loss of words to express my shock
Someone please wake me from this horror mock
My tears have ceased to flow
But none can fill the deep hole
Right here in the middle of my heart



8 thoughts on “Death And Pain” by Distinguished (@DistinguishedAnoke)

  1. DEATH WHERE IS THY KING?

  2. A PAINFUL ARTICLE OF THE HIGHEST ORDER

    1. Distinguished (@DistinguishedAnoke)

      Thanks @mbanefo for reading and commenting

  3. nofisco (@chidobevitalis)

    ya.death is an just insatiable burglar.good

    1. Distinguished (@DistinguishedAnoke)

      And yes, Death is an insatiable buglar! Love the apt description

  4. Beautiful lamentation…filled with emotions so succinctly described…

    1. Distinguished (@DistinguishedAnoke)

      Thanks a million @topazo for reading and commending. I appreciate!

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