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Poetry

Death’s A Gentleman


Here I laid
in my sick bed
As He walked across.
Pale bloodless skin
Cherry red lips
With a pair of
Pitch-black marbles.

Is it weird of me to say “yes” ?
Though deep down I knew
That dust was the end .
He stood there patiently
Waiting for me
How could I say no
When he behaves so gentlemanly

My previous lover
Life
Knocked me down
Brought me on to my knees
Made my loved ones pray.
While I here shamelessly
Accepted him repeatedly

Neither a drop of tear
Nor sympathy
That I saw in Death’s eyes.
My heart sank for him.
Maybe it’s time
To give up on Life

They say Death is
An ugly truth
While Life is
A beautiful lie.
Yet, for me
Death was
A beautiful fantasy
While Life was
A murderous torture.

MANDIRA DE SILVA


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Great Poem