Death Itself

By Adam

In the shadows
Cold as the winds
With an ember inside and within
Eating away all of mankind’s sins
Feeling empty as a hollow
Deaths embrace will come to follow
Depression and sadness settle in
Without a doubt on man’s whims
People cry People mourn
Over their loved ones that have been born
In this world of Despair
None can ever be repaired
O’ Death do us part
Some shall never have a heart
Broken inside and through
Such is one who has never bloomed

John was inspired to write this poem during hurricane season.

McLane wrote this rhyming poem on Canva.