the dead rest
one upon another
with dull, open eyes
and red rum trickling
out the side
of their mouths
unafraid
of the future
because
they no longer
have one.
freedom finally found.
the dead rest
one upon another
with dull, open eyes
and red rum trickling
out the side
of their mouths
unafraid
of the future
because
they no longer
have one.
freedom finally found.
I actually wrote this a while ago, but figured it fit the current climate lol.
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The darkness expressed here brings out the silence and finality of death. Well done!
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Thanks! Glad you liked it!
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Its so dark, I pondered on it for a while after reading this!
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Glad I could make you ponder 🙂
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“Call no man happy until he is dead”
Short but powerful, like drinking a shot of poison. This was darkly moving but as you say unfortunately appropriate for our times. 🖤
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Glad you liked it!
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