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Frozen in the atmosphere
Plates of hope break apart
Sorrow drips from above
Stinging my startled eyes
A hurried rush maims my senses
My screams muffled by the wind
Woe swirls around my cover
Chilling my smoldering soul
Stumbling over the outermost gate
I embrace my clattering last breath
Knives of grass serrate my fall
Carving ribbons on my empty shell
Splattered grief fertilizes the earth
A deep quiet sprouts from misery
Alas, the time has faithfully come
For the final feast upon my being
The birds of death will gorge themselves
While devouring my generous remains
Plates of hope break apart
Sorrow drips from above
Stinging my startled eyes
A hurried rush maims my senses
My screams muffled by the wind
Woe swirls around my cover
Chilling my smoldering soul
Stumbling over the outermost gate
I embrace my clattering last breath
Knives of grass serrate my fall
Carving ribbons on my empty shell
Splattered grief fertilizes the earth
A deep quiet sprouts from misery
Alas, the time has faithfully come
For the final feast upon my being
The birds of death will gorge themselves
While devouring my generous remains
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I am not sure what finally posessed me to write after such a long absence. Nor do I know why I chose such a dark subject. Such is the human mind.
I do not often write sad poetry but I feel as if it is easier to write then uplifting poetry. Thoughts?
Enjoy! (if you can)
I do not often write sad poetry but I feel as if it is easier to write then uplifting poetry. Thoughts?
Enjoy! (if you can)
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wow this is amazing. I agree about it being therapeutic letting the negative feelings. its a release and its so empathetic to us who are visualists and can see what we read come to life 
