Oh Death

Oh Death

 

I know not of other worlds

For we are not told

Of this ever present reality 

Of a presence that stalks us 

A reality that touches us 

A phenomenon that shapes us 

Eventually to take us

Groping in the darkness to understand 

Never fully understanding the emptiness 

The aching void created, 

This senselessness that can't be resolved 

Such a sting, when shot, do damage a lot

 

The moment it came, we knew we were naked

Naked to its effects, bodies that fail

Fail from birth, from conception 

We breathed it, live in it, surrounded by it

In the mirror it stares at me

What I see is not what I used to be

Silently I begged to be free

Shackled, bound by its presence

Evendence in the fallen leaf, so majestic is fall

Yet there is death present, visible to all

 

Naked came I into this world

It's the way I go, my character, that I know

All born of a woman, into to time

See in its most sublime, despair everywhere

That which binds us after the fall

Hear our cries, our calls in a land 

Filled with pain, suffering destined to all

This first enemy will soon become my last

 

Where death will be swolled up in victory

The grave gives up its commodity

While some were called from it in times past

Their lives lived here still didn't last

When death chooses to pass my way one day

Will I be able to say , "this is not my day"

Will it be instant as I've been told 

Or lying, waiting, telling stories of old

This I know my friend, a life is coming 

That has no ending

All I hear will say on that day

"Gone are your sting, in victory forever to stay"

Chris G Peters

Poet

Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.