Terry Burns Poet Blank verse

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Down, down, down we spiral into the great unknown.
Dark, dark darker becomes our world till bitter were entombed.
Down, down, down we go into the endless crag, into a world of emptiness
where our senses start to drag.
Strong, strong, strong we hold until our dying day
and when our final destination comes we simply fade away.

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Poet Destroyer A May 25, 2013 at 8:16 PM Terry, it’s always amazing to see and feel such imagery. the spiral of falling down... i wonder if this poem is related to your "deep is the hole." wishing my destination to stay as vivid as the sky... xox~ Linda

Delysia Hendricks May 21, 2013 at 7:58 AM A dark write well executed. The repetition adds and is complimentary to your write. Well done, Terry. Licia :-)

Eileen Manassian May 20, 2013 at 2:25 AM I was very touched by this write, Terry! It's so true, my friend. We are like a flower...here today, gone tomorrow...but for the time allotted to us, we are to bring beauty into the world! Thanks for doing that with this poem!