D-E-A-T-H. ( Death eats at the heart)

D-E-A-T-H. ( Death eats at the heart)

A Poem by andrew mitchell
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a dark write always comes to my mind when I have the flu. lol 5 weeks now!! When will it end!

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D-E-A-T-H. ( Death eats at the heart)
When all is said and done
time erases all doings.
Is not death
a death in itself
all consuming?
The final curtain!
The last call!
The last frontier
be it heaven or hell;
rest assured
the love of life,
the love of loves
will spiral down
time's drain-hole
'til the last drop
of your existence
fades....
'til all is gone.
The swallower of life, death
has opened once more.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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Added on November 23, 2016
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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