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Dead On Death

A black mist of lifelessness breathes in the pure air It is vacant within it's emptiness dead hollow and bare We vanish from existance of those with eyes who see The unknown secret of a life dying to never leave Remembrance held in memory of the spirits in the air Vapors of information above with the nothing left to share Birth is where the timer starts counting towards the end It's fair to say we're all really the walking dead Maybe life is only preparation for what is coming after Then death is worth living for our books final chapter Written 01/15/19 Contest: 10L-10W-Free Verse Hosted By: Laura Loo

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Indiana Shaw

Date: 10/31/2019 10:31:00 AM

My second poem in and again your works excel, no imagination here, just life true to form, I can't wait for the next one to read . . . ; )

Brian Davey
Date: 10/31/2019 10:40:00 AM

thank you

Gregory Richard Barden

Date: 4/27/2019 11:38:00 PM

Death is the only thing that gives life its worth ... love, life, experience, joy, relationship, family, friendship, EVERYthing worthwhile, is such because it is fleeting, finite, and fast-leaving. Excellent write once again, my friend, I'm happy to see my friend Connie found it worthwhile as well! Blessings! :-)

Brian Davey
Date: 10/31/2019 10:40:00 AM

thank you so much

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 1/16/2019 12:43:00 AM

This is excellent Brian! Birth is where the timer starts counting towards the end It's fair to say we're all really the walking dead". So true! : )

Brian Davey
Date: 1/16/2019 1:35:00 AM

So ironic but it is so true, thanks Connie