Have you ever danced with skeletons
in your closet?
Have you ever felt the pitch black atmosphere
smother your thoughts?
Life is a continuous dance,
A ball where death masquerades itself.
We are all our own skeletons.
© 2017 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was written when I was 18 years old.
- Category: Reflection
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Good write T.
I hope you put some meat on...
LOL! Since I wrote this, more meat than I wish...now I work on keeping it off, so-to-speak! LOL! All jokes aside...thank you for reading and engaging!
My pleasure.
Great write
Thank you Tony!
You're welcome
So be it. Time for the skeletons to free themselves.
A very deep poem with lots of meaning. Unique in the way you have phrased it. Much enjoyed. - Phil A.
Thank you so much! Your feedback means a lot! Thank you for reading and engaging with it!
On death row they would say dead man walking and so are we all from the day we are born until we lay down not to raise again. Nicely written
That is the truth! Thank you so much. Your reading, feedback and engagement mean a lot to me!
My skeletons seem to find their way out from time to time, sneaky devils. Nice work.
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