Death approached one Saturday-
Finality in her eyes.
She whirled, unfurled,
and angrily twirled-
All truths spun to lies.
The demise belied-
a clear blue sky-
And I strained my eyes to see:
A glare, a flair, or vacant stare?
...but her eyes; perfectly dry.
What did you think
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For some reason, this truly depressed me
Please don't take that wrong; it is well written but the theme just depressed me
Thank you for sharing your poetry with me
Good luck in the contest! -
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I'm sorry, that sounds bad.
Just a metaphorical death, just the end of a relationship. No one was harmed in the writing of the poem.
Thanks for holding the contest. Here have a cup of
and take a break! I see you've been busy commenting!
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