Death's Visage

By Damon Tarloth

Everyone lives a second life.
The first one is here on the earth.
Each different, but full of strife.
Thrown at us, beginning at birth...

A land of beauty bathed in light.
The breeding grounds to procreate.
The other cursed, eternal night.
Is full of nightmares seething Hate...

Grim Reaper or Bringer of Death.
Granting us life and death the same.
All revealed on your final breath.
The endless cycle to this game...

Some see angels taking their hand.
Or a land of fire as their fate.
Door that leads to the promise land.
Or God outside the pearly gate...

This illusion is in your mind.
The only part that did not die.
Everything else was left behind.
Land of false prophets, preaching lies...

To some this is a living hell.
They never accept the puppet strings.
Mentally locked in a coma shell.
While others adapt and live like kings...

D.T.

© a year ago, Damon

Written for a contest about "Death"

This was not good enough to win a trophy... ( I agree, this poem is pretty much a pile of crap!!! )

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Published on Tuesday, April 12, 2016. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

I hope no one read this horrible pile of crap!!!

Comments on "Death's Visage"

On Wednesday, April 13, 2016, dwells (4177) wrote:

Enjoyed your ABAB rhymed quatrains that improved as things progressed DT. An interesting philosophy and who is to say? We'll find out eventually , but will we know it when we do I wonder? Cheers! - Dan
On Thursday, April 14, 2016, Damon Tarloth (142) wrote:

That's an interesting pondering thought. "but will we know it when we do I wonder?" That's a good point, our memories might be wiped, scrubbed, or deleted. Maybe this life right here is actually considered to be death, and we just don't remember...