This Life’s Dying Thrill

13 Jan


These eyes cry no more,
no tears shed in sorrow,
no weeping, as before,
no sight of the morrow.

These hands do not hold,
their strength is all but lost,
no shelter from the cold,
they feel no more the frost.

These lips dare not kiss,
nor winter’s breath deny,
if they be remiss,
no whisper need reply.

This tongue dare not speak,
withered words fall away,
passions are too meek,
with nothing left to say.

This heart may be still,
no brave of spirit left,
this life’s dying thrill,
shall earth and time bereft.


Posted by on January 13, 2016 in My Poetry



2 responses to “This Life’s Dying Thrill


    January 13, 2016 at 10:49 am

    Reblogged this on CELONA'S BLOG and commented:
    Lady’s and Gentlemen
    Daniel J. Antil makes the rain meet dry earth again with his raw flows



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