Pay the FerrymanA Poem by Bipolarbear.979Psych ward poetryTwo coins for the ferryman Pressed down on closed eyes Even in forever-sleep The soul finds no rest It continues an endless trudge For what do we exist? In life, in death, A continuous flurry of movement To go nowhere The wonder has gone from the world A society of instant gratification And delayed punishment An immediate return on your investment Is nary two coins To pay the ferryman © 2024 Bipolarbear.979 |
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Added on August 1, 2024 Last Updated on August 1, 2024 Tags: Pain, death, depression, loneliness, sadness, silence, darkness AuthorBipolarbear.979Oxford, OHAboutFather of one son (19) and two daughters (17 and 13). Feel free to leave any comments/critiques, they are always welcome. more..Writing
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