The Hidden Death

By Immanuel Stephen Maben

Death the enemy of life.

Can even be created,

When there is a strife.

Not so literal always.

Look around you,

Broken hearts in all shades.

A strife between two brothers,

A strife between your own father and mother,

A strife with the one you love,

When the dear cupid lost his bow.

Life becomes gloomy.

Like death just gave you a kiss,

When the one's close to you,

Are with you now amiss.

Unresolved misunderstandings.

Your mind just lost its bearings.

You’re steering out of control.

To your doom,

But unaware because of gloom.

To experience the death of a person is one,

But to have decapitated a relationship is another.

Like a head pointed with a gun,

Your life metaphorically may surely be done.

By Immanuel Stephen Maben