promises never intended to be kept
heard at weak logic’s promontory
funicular lies expressed in
loud whispering of an amateur alienist
bartered for stolen nightshade concoction
a little of which helps
a lot can which can kill
misspelling cryptic name on random headstone
reminds that the price of life is death
says the sad sack president
not really meaning it at all
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Author:
Dan Williams (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by crucial loss.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
an unenviable predicament for sure
A tangle of words covering shining truth. Loved the line "the price of life is death" Yes indeed it is no one gets out of this life alive. Well written
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