"Memories"

 

“Memories”

Death, cold and cruel, yet sad but beautiful,

A release to be free from all restraints,

To be in Deaths arm free from everything,

Yet many weep and grieve for what they lost,

I remember what I lost, what I miss,

Nostalgic memories begin to flow,

The fresh and calming smell of the spring wind,

The white petals of the cherry tree leaves,

The lush green grass and the warm summer breeze,

The passing of time is so fast and cruel,

As I remember my tears start to drop 

Everything seems to be a distant dream,

 I close my eyes and I see death waiting,
And so I welcome death with open arms

Another poem using Iambic Pentameter "memories". This poem was inspired by three things, COVID 19, My great grandfather who sadly died last year and a special song that I love. There is a very important lesson in this poem I hope you can spot it.

- Inari