The Funeral

The coffin gently lowered Earth awaiting its delight Petals scattered over as though to better scent the dead As mourning clothes are gathered Final prayers spoke Hands hold each other tightly Minds numb, limbs cold.

Death Visits.

As the pain in my chest grows, my heart pounding as though trying to beat against the bone cage which surrounds it and escape, I feel my breath fleeting; struggling on the intake but rushing to leave me like my soul eager to release its self from this fleshy jail. Death hovers near, beckoning with