This is is my entry to Sue Vincent’s of Daily Echo #writephoto prompt.
Remains
Blue feather finely cut to a quill
Remains discarded, redundant, still.
All of life has to be recorded
Yet so little time is afforded.
With every word a life is spent
Heaven bound or Hell bent.
Death is the only one to use the quill.
But he has overslept, is he just tired or ill.
Always Death is very busy
But not today, is he?
He had decided to take forty winks
Unfortunately leaving humanity on its brinks!
So how can we be rescued from this fate
Of never being able to escape the living state.
Asleep Death remains
Oblivious to our turmoil and pains.
