What are men ?
But broken clowns
When life it ends
In judgement found
Lifes achievements
Crimes and sins
Fall rounded tears
With fearful grins.
Shallow breathing
Taut and tight
In white linen
In final night
Sweated skin
About to shed
As if a snake
Thoughts now dead.
The unknown place
Hibernations trough
Deep to darkness
Soul to step
In regions new
Distant lands
To kiss goodbye
Mortal strands.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Offline) - Published: January 27th, 2026 11:53
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Comments6
Good write N.
thanking you appreciated
You been to that Co-op lately? Or not got one where you are? lol.
cost cutters no one can afford the prices lol
I 've never trusted clowns with their big noses, red hair and fake children's voices !
couldnt agree more thanks for looking, appreciated
In our folly death is an answer and as clowns the human race is all condemned rich and poor all races to this end. Nicely done
thanking you and much appreciated
You are most welcome
rings true..a good write...
thanks for reading much appreciated
you are welcome
Really nice, especially
What are men ?
But broken clowns
so glad you enjoyed, many thanks and appreciation
agree with this message absolutely...thanks for sharing..
thanking you for reading, much appreciated
you are welcome
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