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Seedling
Contributed by
nightwolf
on
Thursday, 22nd February 2018 @ 10:06:55 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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The sound of whispers
echo endlessly
in the souls
of the damned;
unintelligible words
commingled
with toxic silence,
the mind hovering
over the void,
suspended
by a single breath
held in nervous anxiety,
awaiting the nudge
of fates fates hand
-the exhale-
and then,
the slow fall.
Thus is taken the will
from the life ;
thus the seedling
tears it/'/s own roots
from the soil
-leaving itself to wilt
on the asphalt-
it/'/s leaves turned down
hiding their faces
from the sun
they once adored;
the sun they now reject
for setting too often.
Copyright ©
nightwolf
... [
2018-02-22 22:06:55]
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Re: Seedling
(User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on
Friday, 23rd February 2018 @ 02:40:08 AM AEST
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The last stanza was wickedly surreal.
Very dark indeed. |
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Re: Seedling
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 25th February 2018 @ 03:26:09 AM AEST
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the weed, the plant
of any kind, the wind,
that trek, this vehicle
to bestow everything,
suddenly so unkind.
Why, with all I
am, and these
things that
made of me
left and gone
words or thought
impossible
well done -
the actuary
diving in deep
to sow or to reap
without any question
this makes me look
longer, slower
to ever want -
Peace! |
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Re: Seedling
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by emystar on
Friday, 2nd March 2018 @ 07:08:32 AM AEST
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My kind of write.
emy
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