Poem #1 Death in winter

Death in winter 

The night was cold, 

Our bodies were sore.

We died by the hands of that man

Left all alone in the dark.

No signs, no one heard

The way we screamed.

Walking past our tombs 

We realised it was the time for the two of us

He said he would help with the sorrows

We trusted and him so much

He ended up with our lives

Horrendous, malicious and yet, so precious.

As we dance with the doves 

Our souls filled with love

The pain vanishes 

And actually, everything finishes.