Safer,
far safer to stay at home
not to try, not to risk
to not be caught again
To remain certain that
yes they are all bastards
vile, conniving, treacherous
just because one was
"but in this sleep of death
what dreams may come"
for make no mistake,
this is a form of death,
of cutting off, disconnecting
this comfortable safety
A contest entry
- Risk by Draig aine.
2250 points, ended September 30, 22 entries
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words from the heart, sorow fro the soul, yes refusing to venture forth again, to take the plunge is a selfinflicted death ina dn of it's self
"but in this sleep of death
what dreams may come"
for make no mistake,
this is a form of death,
of cutting off, disconnecting
this comfortable safety
a most excellent write
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