Gregory Richard Barden Poet Free verse

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Morbid Muddle

Why do some people

          Find self-destruction

So romantic? Why do

          I run to embrace death

When I am so terrified

          Of it? Just a moment's

Contemplation of the

          Stark realm obliviate is

Paralyzing, yet there

          Lies imperforate peace

With contemplation of

          Its dour welcome, to

Bury my face deep in

          Its bosom ... dark,

Warm, soft, peaceful

          Desuetude ... ruination.

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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 5, 2018 at 9:35 PM Melancholy, mortality, elegance. Lovely write Greg <3 Gregory Richard Barden March 7, 2018 at 6:47 PM Very sweet of you to say so, Mo, thank you! :-) <3

Line Gauthier March 5, 2018 at 7:00 PM Morbid but rhythmically beautiful, Gregory. Gregory Richard Barden March 7, 2018 at 6:46 PM Very kind of you, Line, thanks so much! :-) <3

Sunlite Wanter March 5, 2018 at 6:39 PM A poem right up my alley! Fight morbidity!!! Gregory Richard Barden March 7, 2018 at 6:45 PM Thank you so much, SW - blessings to you! :-)