life is a cold, numbened crypt. <br />Silent and Dark; <br />filled with Meaningless Thoughts; <br />filled with Empty Graves. <br />as the Corpses Return, <br />they begin to Mumble and Mutter. <br />the Air Vibrates with <br />a New Beginning. <br />the wind rushes past, <br />taking with it the <br />Stench <br />of <br />Death. <br />sweeping away the <br />Taste <br />of <br />Sorrow, <br />bringing in a <br />Shower <br />of <br />Light. <br />the Corpses Splash <br />in <br />the <br />Brilliant Puddles. <br />then the Graves are Filled, <br />and Silence Descends, <br />and Darkness Falls <br />back <br /> to <br /> the <br /> ground<br /><br />Kayla Jarnac<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-a-metaphor-5-5-05/
