DEATH’S PRIDE
Once I accept a client I protect him,
There are no expenses it’s a free service,
He cannot think feel or dream,
He gets so lonely yet not nervous,
The dead stay dumb and completely tarnished,
My clients end up in a box mission accomplished.
I take thousands of clients in seconds,
With a guarantee of secrecy and silence,
I’ve offered a change of scene to millions,
I’ve given hope to some sick ones,
Still no one hopes to see my face,
Not even James Hadley chase.
Knock knock who is there I feared,
Oh it’s your loved ones offering flowers most rare,
Sorry humans he’s safer dead,
Leave it on the grave he knows you care,
You don’t have what it takes to make this corpse walk,
Even you have got a short time to live true talk.
Saefhenryosas.
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Each time you write,
We read with awe!
A beautiful piece for a beautiful day!
thank u. i implore u to keep reading.
masterpiece i must confess
keep the pens writing and keep us longing for more of your literary works @saefhenry
That's Mr D speaking with such a reassuring tone "Leave it on the grave he knows you care"... ..... dat wan off me sef (LOL)
lol. yeah just me in my deep thoughts again.
Your the best babe when it comes to peom.
Wow!
Beautiful poem, see how u used nice words to paint death. In any way, when it comes to any man, there is no going back, it must achieve its mission.
More inks to ur pen dear! U are amazing.
thank you. m glad u liked it. was simply elucidating how proud death can be.