Trust Dust Withstand Death
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All that we accomplish for ourselves perish with us; all that we do for others and the realm endures. Fear of the path leads to fear of death. A person who is truly alive is prepared for death. By Poet
It shrouds its swabbing aspect below a smut mask
The flip verge, loaded with fear, is enticing to mark
The fringe inner bound is an amorphous emptiness
That throttles us in its bedlam of spirit.
Its sprawled forelimbs embrace and snatch
A milder side that quiets and comforts
Farewell to torment, wretchedness, and uneasiness
The clashing edge is filled with horrendous obscurity
A depressing and sickeningly feeble nothingness
That steers us growingly close to looming doom
A ghoulish servant with two faces
He exhibits a sly smirk and spurs me to shrink my eyes
And queried as to what I could witness
This softness stood in as the scenery
For those splendid and vivid delusions
And it is in that wish that I haunt myself
Anything else that belongs to me
It was past time for me to revive my heedfulness
And now, it's an ultimate instant to say farewell
Things same as span and flows can wander
No light at the ending of some tunnels
Utterly the harsh steady relish of misery
There isn't eternally a redeeming quality
All might halt if it can...and all will if it requires to
Yarns and wrecked vessels are analogous to life
Oh...such suffocating little doves
Written: February 21, 2022
1st place contest winner
F Form - Free Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Topic: Death
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2022
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