Life-A Metaphor (5-5-05) Poem by Kayla Jarnac

life is a cold, numbened crypt.
Silent and Dark;
filled with Meaningless Thoughts;
filled with Empty Graves.
as the Corpses Return,
they begin to Mumble and Mutter.
the Air Vibrates with
a New Beginning.
the wind rushes past,
taking with it the
Stench
of
Death.
sweeping away the
Taste
of
Sorrow,
bringing in a
Shower
of
Light.
the Corpses Splash
in
the
Brilliant Puddles.
then the Graves are Filled,
and Silence Descends,
and Darkness Falls
back
to
the
ground