Poetry: The silence of death turns John’s sadness to anger before love

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The seething anger did nothing for John’s pain, in his blame. He was on the receiving end of feeling insane, unconstrained. John’s mother lie dying, as he looked on in his own shock. John wanted to duck for cover, right under his own hard rock. Everything annoyed John, as John hated life, so loud, right now. Deathening silence was inside of John, out-crowding, not allowed. John had cried long and wearily, tears seemingly of no real use. There was nothing he could do, it seemed, to light again her fuse. Death is the greatest loss in any life, alive to it. They say that love provides wings to the dead, but John could not see any on his mum, who looked glum. Her cheerfulness of manor, had been eaten all but all away. Life and death are never one until you join them with love. John had tried to love his mother into life, once more again. This failed, because he was trying to close death’s door, angrily. When John simply left it wide open, his mum slipped through on love. Photo Credit: The photo used here was freely sourced from the free media site: pixabay.com. The blackness of death still contains life in its wings