my monument to you
is long abandoned,
nature has come to claim it.
what are you to do?
as I walk through
the valley of the shadow,
I know I am home,
what are we to do?
the door to
you chamber under fog,
undetectable.
what am I to do?
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- Category: Gothic
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Comments3
Haunting this poem speaks to one gone. It is very nicely written and carries with it a memory. Well done
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The grief is palpable, my friend. Beautifully written. This is a very relatable piece. Well done! ๐น๐
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Your poem is haunting and beautifully atmospheric. The evocative imagery and recurring questions create a tender sense of loss and introspection. Subtle spiritual undertones and vivid metaphors make this piece linger in the readerโs mind.
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