Tuesday, January 12, 2021

When I am Done


It is a new home
Not a prison
Taken to the island
Where Death brings his children
They have no fear
They are in awe
This stone artifice amazes
And captures their vision
As the flesh reality diminishes 
No one from living world visits
Upon the dusk horizon
There is an island hidden
No one knows the path
Where to flee
There is no escape
But here it is silent
It is comfortable
And there is no wrath