Best Reined Poems
Loss Fills the Plate Where Once, Tomorrow ReinedA great despair...
Heavy and burdensome..
Hangs like wet wool, covering the motionless night...
From a door...
Within the depths of self...
Realization springs forth...
Uncoiling, like a serpent in strike....
Time is the great equalizer of man...
It paints the picture of truth...
For we all march daily towards death and deliverance...
Loss fills...
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Categories:
reined, death, life, loss,
Form:
Free verse