Winter is death
And I am dressed
in its shroud
Mourning the memory of sun
Remembering its embrace
Bitter sweet
Getting sick on time
Days
Layed
On top of each other
Namless bodies in a mass grave
Have you ever felt this way?
Comments
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the last stanza is my favorite. i thought it was the most gripping because of the image. great write. i think im going to like reading your stuff.
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the structure was a little distracting but very well written and expressed, it definitely puts some images to the brain and spins wicked web.
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Ah, the winter blues, short but so succinct and very deftly done poem... I liked it a ton!!!
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Days
Layed
On top of each other
Namless bodies in a mass grave
powerful... very powerful
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