DEATH
There’s nothing left
but a cold wind
in this stifling August heat
No word, no smile
no more dreams
and nothing left to eat
No road out
and nothing within
nothing to make life sweet
No turnaround
just constant decay
within this life to greet
No glorious war
no victory
no enemy beneath my feet
Ashes to ashes
dust to dust
I lay me down to sleep.
(c) August 6, 2007 by Glenn Hall