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Within the Garden

Lingering within this garden,
Where gray broken teeth protrude,
Bodies melting under my feet,
My death I cannot elude.

The air is hot and damp,
I never thought it would end this way...
Lowered into the ground,
Oh despair, from death I cannot stray.

Drown my will to survive,
Break free the mirrors of my heart.
I'll watch them shatter here...
As my frigid mind falls apart.

In the end I am only ashes,
Flailing grains of sand,
Slipping helplessly through pale fingers,
Demise's cold hand.

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  • Fritz O skennick gold member
    December 27, 2007

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    Love this!!!

    Great poetic narrative & structure...
    Found myself mouthing the words as I read.
    Great piece!!!
    Keep up the good work...
    Well done!!!

  • Preston Crigger
    April 27, 2007

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    dang, this is a pretty good one. Death is the only escape from the pains of this world and you hae portrayed it quite nicely. Awesome poem!!!


  • Desire gold member
    April 27, 2007
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    Holy Moly!!

    Powerful Dark verse penned my Friend and what images
    Oy!
    Wish You only Happiness and though this is one intense write~
    Beautifully penned!
    Wow!!
    Thank You for sharing this one

    Many blessings to You!
    Best wishes too
    and much love~ Desire~*~


  • Andy Stephenson
    April 26, 2007

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    Very cheerful!

    Now that you have written something so bright and cheery, you should write something dark and depressing. Frigid mind rather than fragile? I like it, but you know how I am.

    Andy