Death – Thinking of Today
Poem I often wonder if this is a slow death. We all are in our own way stepping one step closer and closer towards our death. Taking each day as it comes, planning our...
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Sleep Birds
Poem The sleep tugs at my eyes, Like whirring black birds Pulling at the corners of sheets. There is one hole in the stone wall, Through which I look and see: A solitary...
