Death Not Be Proud Poem by Tlou Romeo

Like the winds of south, I was tamed of love. Songs of Solomon, drawn of shadow came pile tears. It was then that I realized the birth right. Our father who art in haven, I sunk motion thou the holy cross chained across the neck of a sinner. Death not be proud, a love letter to my mother. Caged by guilt of not showing emotions, as it is said dust to dust, let my tears be seen through dust singing songs of sorrow as they shame the art of the casket. If a dream let I not wake to tears on my face. Hallowed be thy name, as equally painful as knife to vein, acknowledging words in choir hymn. As I lie facing haven, death not be proud.