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...How to kill a poem
By SolApathy
https://youtu.be/mhmGwTDpPf0
Don’t love
In the end it will kill everything within
Burdensome is time past, too soon
A bonfire of love extinguished
By cancerous waters
Clears out the fodder of meaningless things
Beckoning thoughts
Our futile nature of short existence
Cut shorter by disease
Amputated by injury
Leaving fractured souls picking up the pieces
A puzzle that will never be whole again
No words to comfort losses beyond reason
Wishing only that it was I that was leaving
Don’t love
In the end it will kill everything within
Burdensome is time past, too soon
A bonfire of love extinguished
By cancerous waters
Clears out the fodder of meaningless things
Beckoning thoughts
Our futile nature of short existence
Cut shorter by disease
Amputated by injury
Leaving fractured souls picking up the pieces
A puzzle that will never be whole again
No words to comfort losses beyond reason
Wishing only that it was I that was leaving
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© 2020 SolApathy
Published on Sunday, November 8, 2020.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
Sometimes there are no clever Iambic pentameters to cleanse the soul of sorrow.Comments on "...How to kill a poem"
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On Sunday, November 8, 2020, AmethystAsh
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Love this. Your writing is always wicked. ~Ash
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On Tuesday, December 15, 2020, SolApathy
(650) wrote:
Thank you...I feel I am the ashes of once powerful thought, now just blown away by the lost thoughts of yesterday
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