The Resurrectionist's FollyA Poem by Carthage Thorne| The WildcardA poem inspired by personal events... compelled to find a means to grow and move forward, not backward in life.The Resurrectionist's Folly Shovel digs into the earth's skin Uncovering a casket buried within A marked tombstone, labels a dark mystery "Shhh, what are you doing? Unburying history?" Said a whisper Glancing into a nearby puddle of water A reflection speaks up at you Emotions swell within, a fire's fodder Guilt makes entrance as if on cue In the darkness This heinous act has been done before Opening this coffin, left at death's door It not permitted to finally be laid to rest Have to move on, that would have been best Gently nudging you Bold letters engraved in headstone "Here lies your past, and all your woes" Such things should have been left alone Rotting flesh, maggots, a stench that grows To find life Let your corpse be a lesson learned A chance to truly move on, yearned That which enslaves, and is toxic must die To keep repeating this visit, the soul will dry While growing old © 2019 Carthage Thorne| The WildcardReviews
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3 Reviews Added on January 15, 2019 Last Updated on January 15, 2019 Tags: past, poem, growth, motivational, inspired AuthorCarthage Thorne| The WildcardOklahoma City, OKAboutSalutations, this is Carthage Thorne and welcome to my profile info page. I am returning from what has been a somewhat long absence to the café. But am back with fresh/new content to share... more..Writing
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