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Thanatos Cold Embrace Of Death
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Everyone grieves in their own way ~ time will only tell if healing comes, * for some, deaths blanket; unbearable and Thanatos is nearby —poetess
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Despair? so be it. *
If else, is there? how does one bear *
the cold loss, dooming despair
sadness deepens * when *
first breath taken, Reaped, listlessness creeps *
Lethargic fate what does it rate on a splinting scale?
Repress with a paralyzing scalpel *
severing deaths pathway to a pining lobe
Incase powerless, * with a lack,
while lactating breasts bleed tears
Depress with Thanatos’s betrayal *
As nipples * drip with nourishment in a holy grail *
wetted reminders that youth itself hold no leniency
The warm blanket of death betrays
a death wish, ineffectual this death drive strays
a young mother’s dreams vanish *
in thin air, * one too frail, grows pail
numbness, quietness, * and repetition,
The warm blanket of death betrays
Yet she is not * alone, but lonely
They watch the despair she holds
These spirits, soulful * a family's
surrounding * with love’s repair
*carrying * the warmth that fans
of a love true * God's plan
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I Am Anaya
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