What Hospice

What Hospice

A Poem by Satish Verma
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Becoming unsteady at points of darkness.

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Becoming unsteady 
at points of darkness. 

Tinged with blue 
I am ready for the unspoken departure. 

How to reach out― 
for a situation, which was not? 

You sleep on the floor 
to hear the earth’s agony. 

A helix― surrounds the 
imperfect creation of unsavory thoughts. 

Abusive was the creator, 
The evil had a beauty in destruction.

© 2016 Satish Verma


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Added on May 15, 2016
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Tags: Life