Life, like a wheel
it turns. Then it
stops on a dime.
Literally. Leaving
so much sadness behind.
Heavy hearts to carry
the burdens of memories.
And nothing else.
Have to find the cherry
on top of this ice cream
dish filled with life.
Before death leaves her
entrails behind to choke me.
To death.
Author notes
I've been feeling a little out of sorts this week. So much death ( none closely related but in close proximity ) and it just makes me so blue. This one is dark with a little twist of humor to find some semblance of a smile with in all of this gray!
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Comments
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I'd hate to read you a lot "out of sorts" (LOL). Beautiful imagery (even the entrails).
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Thanks! Pulling myself out of the funk slwoly but surely! I appreciate you reading and commenting!
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This is definatly a mixture of both dark and humor, I felt like I was confussed and not understanding so you did make me feel good luck.
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Kind of reflects how I am feeling....confused and not understanding death and how much there really is of it! We are born to die it just seems lately there is more dying...ugghhh! Sorry!
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