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Death

In Memory Of My Dad George Hurst 27/8/1919 -1988

By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk Published 8 months ago Updated 8 months ago 1 min read
By George’s Girl 2026 first written 1988

Death

Death came silent yet full of noise,

Unseen by all in view.

Sly like a fox, yet silent like a bird in flight,

Its grip took hold tighter than tight.

Is there really no escape from the word Death?

Like tree roots it grows stronger, killing each breath.

Death destroys all families, caring for none.

Happy one moment here, next life is gone.

No thought of sadness for ones left behind.

Death has no eyes, yet it can see all; it is not blind.

No smell, no feel, no body, no touch.

I fear you, Death, I fear you so much.

You take away life, but take to where?

No mercy shown by you, Death has no care.

You do not bribe, you simply take.

You have no sleep, yet you’re not awake.

What is Death’s colour? Black so dark,

Or green like the grass growing in the park?

What are you, Death? No start, no end.

Are you life’s enemy or a tired soul’s friend?

How deep is Death? How shallow? How wide?

You’re like a ghost sat by all that lives beside.

Damn you, Death, for you have no friends,

A never-ending circle, no beginning, no end.

I spit your name out; I ban you from thought,

For the moment I am free, till by you am caught.

What are you, Death? I need to know.

Silent hush or noise, dark with no glow.

You come to all that live, then life stands still,

Leaving a gap nothing can begin to fill.

Death, I hate your very meaning and name.

Death, you take, leaving nothing the same.

Yet still we live, and still we fight,

Holding what is ours against your endless night.

Life presses on, though shadowed by your hand,

We leave our mark, a flame across the land.

Why I hate you? Because you took my dad,

Leaving me broken in a life so sad.

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    Written by ♿ V+ Marie381Uk