Best Aides Poems
A Conversation With Steven-His Battle With Aidesi have seen my death
wrapped around a maypole
waving four corners in the wind
hauntingly
playing
peek-a-boo with my soul
i have seen my death
as i march onto the battlefield
aimed to kill
that which threatens my very existence
my right to stand
on the balcony of life
feast my gaze on the rising...
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Categories:
aides, death, loss, nostalgia, sad,
Form:
Personification