Encounters

Encounters

The touch of death,
Was just a breath,
Of wind from anywhere.

A dizzy spell,
I’ll go to hell,
If you can prove he’s there.

I’d rather not,
Just be forgot,
Chiseled my life affairs.

I felt your curves,
And heard your words,
Reveled while you were bare.

My ears were full,
Of stories, bull,
He can’t appear from air.

If he was real,
I’d have no seal,
Sickness would need no care.

Must be a joke,
Not to most folks,
Who really love to share.

All his wisdom,
His flawed system,
A man made book with flair.

I look around,
Love holds no bounds,
So why are they so unfair?

Not love, just hate,
Discriminate,
If you think else, beware!

Try to say “hi,”
They just say “bye,”
With a dismissive stare.

I accept death,
Despite their breath,
Of never answered prayer.

I bid farewell,
And if there’s hell,
I’ll see their empty chairs.

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Felixedet2000 4 years ago from The Universe

No chairs in hell brother, and it is a place of torment. I am sure no one wish to go there.

Nice piece.


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cleaner3 4 years ago from Pueblo, Colorado

very nice work, my friend. I really like your style of poetry. I was hub hopping and found your poem . great technique. nice word play.

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