If Death Had A Face, It Would Be Pretty. Comments

A very thought provoking poem. There is no one who can conquer death, even Gods are not spared. 'Like a Pile of Ashes I lay strewn on the ground As my voice begs for freedom... Yet, I don't make a sound.'.. is very nice. Thanks for sharing.

Then, with wreckless ambition To simply conquer DEATH I look to the sky And, question: what's left? we poets are here on earth with sublime mission to spread positive ideas born from deep faith in one's own faith in self and faith in God. ultimately death shall not conquer us... after physical death there is always a resurrection of the just........ believe in it....... faith in God helps us a l ot...... FAith is real. thank u dear poetess for this great poem.. tony