Poetry

Poetry by Alexandru R

Contemplations on the thoughts of death

Alas, said the ghost of death, you see,
Naked of your gods, you all come to me.
In sprints you rise and in sprints you fall,
The life of man shall cease at dawn.

And from your death you rise again
To stand weary in the world of men.
I pray you see there is no scope
For you to seal your fait with rope.

For glory, many battles you pursue;
For your names in stone to be made true.
Although your life you can’t sustain,
What rose a man shall fall again.

Before you, I shall bring but peace,
In times when life for you will cease.
But wonder now upon your grave,
Isn’t this what man has made?

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Calling

Break me, world,
But do not kill me.
I have so much life
To live ahead of me.

Take me, world,
But don’t hide me.
I have so many stories
To inspire you with.

Surprise me, world,
But do not frighten me.
I have so much lust
To wonder at your beauty.

Leave me, world,
But do not abandon me.
I have so much love
To give to you.

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