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Ode to Death

Death, how I lothe thee

you've done this

to take pleasure in taunting me

 

Death, how your cold fingers caress

deep in my mind

you planted the seed to infest

 

Death, how you've taken pride

bending and breaking

making this reality divide

 

Oh Death...How I loathe thee

Author notes

not fully finished...I don't know if I;ll ever revisit this...
I had just been thinking about Wil... and he once wrote a poem about a conversation with Death... as though Death was a real person talking to him... I guess this is my version of that, telling Death just how I hate him for what hes done.
I miss you Wil. I hope you know that...

not like it matters....

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Comments


  • shoutaloud
    June 21
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    well this will relate to everybody who's been touched by bereavement....


  • Wings of Insanity
    February 20

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    Many people fear death or oppose it. But to loathe is something of acceptance, the sorrow in this is beautiful. I adore this.


  • poetryality silver member
    February 19
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    Life is but the distance between today and our final breath.

    LIVE!

    I think Wil would have wanted you to soar! He knew your passion and spreads his wings for you to run beneath.

    I feel the pain of loss but he's right there with you. Spirits, Souls, Angels... never die!


    Blessings & LOVE ♥

    Renee


  • natari
    February 16

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    i remember that poem in fact i read it the other night.oh laura what will we do? I just agree with you that sometimes i want to scream and say "Why?" thank you for being supportive through this and i hope i help you in some way too.
    Helen