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Poem Of Death

I have been writing poetry, fiction and short stories for many years and have completed a book of poems. I also enjoy comedy writing.

Poem of Death

Poem of Death

Darkness falls upon your rotting carcass

As buzzards eye your decaying sight

The Devil rises from his chair of burning flame

His evil shines bright

You gasp for air but the wind hates your lungs

Water runs away from your flesh, cracking tongues

Death is certain, your wretched days are done

You call upon it quickly, you wish you had a gun

Pain echoes all over your body, mellow to the nerves

You try to hold a vision at the sun but all you see are vulture birds

You smell the rot, you stink of death

As the devil laughs, Jesus wept


Soon you will be just a part of the pass

Hitchhiking Lucifer’s ass

Worms will rent your flesh, you now become their main course

Hungry maggots once skinny, filled and stout

You feel the pain from the feeding parasites

Death draws nearer, demons smile

Your life begins to flash before your eyes

You remember your wicked mind and your hurtful lies

You wish you lived differently, you wish you were true

You wish you had not spat on the beggar on 7th Avenue

But now it is too late, your suffering and death is justified

Don’t bother to fan away the stinking flies

They come to clean up and lay their eggs

As your life disappears.

© 2019 Clive Williams

Comments

MG Singh emge from Singapore on December 28, 2019:

Your poem about something like death is inevitable is fine. Dark thoughts add to it being compelling

Clive Williams (author) from Jamaica on December 27, 2019:

Thanks for commenting Donna.

Donna Rayne from Greenwood, In on December 27, 2019:

And as one sees Jesus wept for he knew we can still reach out for his hand as the vipers steel our only hope, we are covered and torn and filled with the blackness of a cruel unrelenting life yet, once you give your heart to Jesus, we are his and he will come for us through the depths of hell and saves us from the torment we put ourselves through as we drown in our sins and with just with my last breath I call out to Jesus, he pulls me through this darkness and says, to me, I forgive... come my child and then freedom of love move on... these chains are gone and dark becomes light and there is always hope....

Clive Williams (author) from Jamaica on December 27, 2019:

Much Love to you Ruby.

Clive Williams (author) from Jamaica on December 27, 2019:

hey Jodah...hope it doesn't spoil the New Years Celebration

Clive Williams (author) from Jamaica on December 27, 2019:

Yes Pam...living good is critical.

Clive Williams (author) from Jamaica on December 27, 2019:

Eric...death is like entering the nothingness of life.

Ruby Jean Richert from Southern Illinois on December 27, 2019:

Wow, this really opens the eyes. Let's hope we live a good life and love instead of hate, maybe we'll have a peaceful death. Peace to you my poet friend.

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on December 27, 2019:

Well, Clive, I am glad you waited until after Xmas to publish this morbid and depressing view of death. A very descriptive poem to say the least.

Pamela Oglesby from Sunny Florida on December 27, 2019:

Clive, this poem is really good, but rather scary and depressing. It should make us all want to live a good, moral life where kindness prevails.

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on December 27, 2019:

Clive I like this. I am impending. I still wonder what death is like.

Crezyl Joy Villa Sabrido from Philippines on December 26, 2019:

Clive this was an interesting poem. I've had a good time though it was kind of scary for me, still love it. ❤

Clive Williams (author) from Jamaica on December 26, 2019:

I am glad I was able to horrify you Brenda.

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on December 26, 2019:

Clive...

All I can say is Wow.

You painted quite a picture in my mind.

This is written great...but I hate to imagine an ending such as this one. But I suppose it does happen.

FlourishAnyway from USA on December 26, 2019:

After Christmas is usually a bummer for me and yikes I think I slid down a few notches more. Very morose