Death
Like a scar
With stitches,
Comes death
With hinges.
Grief attached.
A road that winds
With unruly, leafless
Ditches.
Life detached.
Like a signpost
Comes fingers in
Acceptance bent.
Life half re-attached.
Comments
A nice desolate feel, and in short disconsolate lines. This has hit a spot for me. It has a bleakness that feels right.
Ray
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Patrick Rushe
Fri 8th Jan 2016 15:52
Thank you Ray...my intention was to try to make desolate and bleak as death is...thank you...