After the end
You'll find the fingerprints of angels
On everything
As you chase the screams of your vanishing half
Into the wild mist, of dark matter.
For death comes to call unscripted
It's the train to impossible places
Only stopping at new beginnings
On arrival, you're still breathing
Heart steadily beating
And you are transformed
Special thanks to Jordyn Elizabeth, Emer Ni Chorea, Lasse Krey, Leon, Andy N and Bluesky.girl For liking this little Free Verse Piece of mine.
Leon, I'm so happy that you enjoyed this one, Your kind comment means a lot.
Hugh, your little comedy ditties always make me smile, cheers for that.
A burial error
I left school and trained to be an undertaker,
A privilege it was returning the dead to their Maker.
Many a sad moment I had burying the dead,
Experiencing the flow of tears from many a head.
The pay was good and everybody was ace,
But sadly I was sacked for burying a body in the wrong place !
Unfortunately I'd made a grave mistake !
<Deleted User> (17847)
Mon 27th Jul 2020 21:16
Love it love it love it Ruth.
L.S.
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Abdul Ahmad
Tue 28th Jul 2020 18:42
A train that only stops at new beginnings. A thought to wrestle with. Death is a new beginning and heralds lifes journey end.
Very enjoyable read.