Gregory Richard Barden Poet Elegy

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Death's Cold Hand

            Forbearance ... I beg you ...

     Must you squeeze - I the oak, you the stays, closing?

  Is it not enough, yet, that your frigid fingers wrap my being,

That you and your legion have the last word of ALL words??

  Must you tighten like a vise at every mention of you?!?

     Your dim visage, naught but unbound and black ...

          (Ever dancing behind corners, to the music of sad silence),

                   Grows heavy and horrid ... as I draw nigh.





~ 4th Place ~  in the "Writing Challenge 1 - April, 2019 - It's All About 8" Poetry Contest, Sponsor: Dear Heart.

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Sara Kendrick April 25, 2019 at 6:54 AM I have read your creative winning work and wanted to say congrats on your win ..Way to go.. Sara

Constance La France April 23, 2019 at 11:15 AM Greg, congratulations on your win in my contest with this deep and dark and beautifully penned Elegy ! Gregory Richard Barden April 23, 2019 at 12:02 PM Thank you very much, Eve! :-)