the following is fictional about a man whos wife dies (they enjoyed sunsets)

Death of a soul
Painting a picture of happiness love and life
The soul illuminated by the pleasure of life its
Like a picture of a sunset at dusk beautiful

But, but…

It soon turns to dust

The soul starved of love, a drought, it felt like a
Accumulation of happiness, beauty love and passion lost in
A whirlpool of loss, wait, wait, its gone there is no soul

Replaced my a demon of ignorance rage hate and fear
I hear the screams and pain of others the same and feel like im glued stuck in this terrible state lying here waiting for my fate.
martin newton hughes 2005 ©

what do you guys think?

[edit on 13-7-2005 by klain]

[edit on 13-7-2005 by klain]

[edit on 13-7-2005 by klain]