Death's BackdoorA Poem by Frieda PDedicated to my dear friend RIP xWe hide away in safe little alcoves hoping that no one will see the shame imprinted in blood soul screaming out in affliction heartbeats skip in shades of braille washed away by tides of grief tucked in lace hankies of apprehension inklings of grey conceptions leak spun dry in the machine made by man markings can't be erased in a cycle for a legacy of lies, darkened by secrets scars run deeper than earthy crust dark moons passed over in the light truth obstructed at death's backdoor © 2013 Frieda PAuthor's NoteFeatured Review
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Added on May 23, 2013Last Updated on May 24, 2013 AuthorFrieda PNJAboutIf you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..Writing
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