mlowe5
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life
Magic dreams
that once fueled his very being,
had decayed into infectious nightmares—
Leaving him to loathe the coming of each dawn;
Jaundiced eyes
peered from skeletal sockets
reflecting fear of not the inevitable death,
but the agony of yet another day of survival;
The frail back
with its symbolic stoop,
seemed to have long prepared the body
for the daily scavenge of the garbage bend:
Pity, even a dying man must eat.
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2b2b2 says: Heavy Hitting Work.....this write leads me off on thoughts of close family members who have transitioned and are transitioning....very stirring...thanks for sharing....ONE |
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mlowe5 says: My Brother, 2b2b2, thanks for your deptness of mind and in your feedback...reads...writing. All continues to inspire me as a fellow poet who holds you in high esteem. Peace and Love, mlowe5 |
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mlowe5 says: ONE, love_supreme. Peace and Love. |
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