My second english poem ever written.


DEATH


Rigor mortis, feel no pain.
No more thoughts in the brain
Eyes that see, only night,
even though sun is bright.

No more breath, empty lung.
blue and black, swollen tongue.
Rigor mortis, heaven or hell?
Your actions in life, they will tell.

Boa Berg
1997




Poetry by Boa Berg
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Written on 2005-08-08 at 02:43

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