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Mind
Merciless in deed
in blade
in grin.
Flowerless in garden,
of an overgrown grass.
a secret path
but only a room
alone is the key
the doors on the floor.
But you have to be able to fly.
Theres a place.
A mention made
in passing.
And now to desert
all the dry
countless and small
no matter the sky stays with us.
doubtless your in the room.
enjoy the time
ancitipate the death
for then all love will be thine
after releasing the burden of breath.
I think there is release to
I think there is release to be found in life not only in death. Your poem is very final about finding release through death. A bit sad this poem and it certainly makes you think about death and it's consequences. The poem is quite abstract in definition of locating the dying character. Enjoyed the rhyming of the poem adds a sense of the dramatic to it. A good read your poem.
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