See If Words Will Come

I close my eyes to see if words will come.
Wrap them around in some alignment
Hoping they spill out on page
Turning them into a short poem
On this cold, rainy, dreary night.

Why Does Death Look Pale

Why does death look pale?
In cold trance of life gone by
Death takes them in hand
Leads them to where we don’t know
Their eyes close at last
Death leaves grieve in its wake
Our faces raw with tears
We remember our loved one now pass