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Confession of a corpse
By M Morgan
Bodies piled
bruised tip fingers
~ burried~
lips opened in the empty
~parched~
eyes misted
waiting the snow fall
for them to be forgotten
Got rid of the bodies
but has grief in his soul
carries on his shoulders
the unbearable burden of my corpses
entrained are his steps
aching each bone
tired ~ his soul~
he goes so far
has no horizon to compare
how tall he was
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Copyright 2013 M Morgan
Published on Friday, November 8, 2013.
Filed under:
"Graphic Art"
Author's Note:
he will always be the inspiration for my more morbids poems!!!Comments on "Confession of a corpse"
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On Monday, November 11, 2013, dwells
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wrote:
Death in the high mountains, above the snow line, vividly described and few return - nature at its most brutal and unforgiving. Marvelous job, now I need a cup of hot cocoa!
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On Monday, November 11, 2013, M Morgan
(198) wrote:
You are so silly Poet!!! I am here laughing a lot!!! That is not possible!!!!!kakakakakakakakaka
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On Saturday, November 9, 2013, FadedBlues
(2169) wrote:
...your poem is chilling, Mirna, a tragedy that the snow conceals. but when the thaw comes...
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On Monday, November 11, 2013, M Morgan
(198) wrote:
He is discovered in a way or another!!!!
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On Friday, November 8, 2013, bobbery
(124) wrote:
very good, it makes an impression
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On Monday, November 11, 2013, M Morgan
(198) wrote:
It's serves him right!!!!
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A former member wrote:
Loved this...it was beautiful, the words and the image, such depth, such beauty!
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On Friday, November 8, 2013, M Morgan
(198) wrote:
Oh! Poetess thanks for your insight!!! i was a little scared with this poem. You give me a relief!!!!!
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