Death and Dying - Ghazal

There is no one to comfort me, not here in this place.
This prison destroys me, just to be in this place.

What hope is there to be found? Has it been forgotten?
Beloved, as you go, remember me in God's place.

To tell, to speak, to with words describe these my nightmares,
let them not remain unspoken in this holy place.

Cried the false gods of power and money, "Come hither!
We will give you great glory in morality's place."

The executioner comes--yea I hear his steps now--
only let mercy reign over justice in this place.

These may be the last words to escape this pen of mine,
but God knows the heart of Ylanne. She goes to His place.

Comments: 13

Maurice K. Jul 24, 2009, 9:07pm EDT

Dolorous, yet expressing hope in the despair in the World to Come.

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L. H. Jul 24, 2009, 9:23pm EDT

a 10

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A. F. Stewart Jul 24, 2009, 9:46pm EDT

A fabulous poem. I love it if you'd post it to my group Shadow Poetry.

Ylanne Sorrows Jul 24, 2009, 10:23pm EDT

Joined and edited to add it there. I could add another like twenty to thirty of my poems there, but I'm kind of lazy to go back and edit them all. If I have any more nonexistent free time next week, maybe I'll get around to it. Most of my poetry is dark and depressing. You should read through some of it! Go to my index of all my articles (featured on my homepage), and scroll down to the poetry section. :)

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