![]() DeathA Poem by vxpopuli
A handful of dust
A crade of ashes To remain in this realm To live by our passion When one is to fall We beckon to crawl The horror of men The inception of others What’s known as complete Withers to fragments How long can we wait How long till it happens Our souls are like puzzles That can never be finished We find that last piece When death has obtained us © 2013 vxpopuli |
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Added on June 15, 2013 Last Updated on June 15, 2013 Tags: existentialism, misery, sorrow, death Author
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