Delight in Death

Think of death
Nothing left
No life in pain
Or pain in life.
What proclaims
The faint proverbial joy
Of unhappy wretched toil?
Nothing ensues
Nothing to lose,
For in Death
What transpires
Is what he desires; in
The transience
Of life
Lies the endless device
Of corrupt wish
To end the sighs, When he dies

/Gvoz/
March 03, 2001

Labels: Verses

3 Comment(s):

• Wazzup wif da death stuff playa...can't wait for da end?
  ;-D

  Written at Dec 7, 2004, 9:03:00 AM by  pAv

   

• here i am, attempting to comment on a poem when i haven't done anything remotely related to literature in a year.
  whee!
  anyway, i like the poem!its really good, sounds Plath-like.
  and i like the fact that the poem ended without a full stop to mirror the freedom that death is supposed to offer. and the circular patterning reflects the circle of life and death.
  =)
  i could go on, but i won't.

  Written at Dec 8, 2004, 8:17:00 AM by  tar

   

• The words say in a roundabout way
  The truth that rest in honest lies
  Thoughts manifested in lyrical form
  From whence it comes and now is gone

  Written at Dec 10, 2004, 3:10:00 AM by  Anonymous

   

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