Poems ✍️

When Death Comes

Upon this earth, life's struggle is harsh,
the waters are murky and bathed in pain.
Darkness trudges heavy, and those
once healthy have become quite lame.

Power held tight the meek and mild,
while the serpent raised it's mighty hand.
you stood steady, an adult in silent fear,
so much havoc and hate upon the land.

Let death become my oldest friend,
O Lord, theirs much worse to cover me.
Remove me from earth's ugly clutter,
and old pain from the masks of the free.

Lord, In the sombreness of nightfall,
or mother earth's morning glowing light.
Let me leave this place in a quiet sleep,
while dreaming happily a glorious sight.

When death comes, O Lord, I'll slip away,
to your valley and hills of infinite tranquility.
Basking in your radiant diamond river,
embracing in abundance, a life of the free.

Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: May 19/2015
Time: 7: 42am