Mouth agape
A silent scream
Reflections horror
Within the shield
Serpents flame
The head of snakes
The bloodied neck
Of fate curtails.
Left to watch
Life ebb away
Turning to stone
With decay
Violence and decadence
Hand in hand
The artists years
Now turn to sand.
Left bitter without
A moments remorse
The twisting road
The tightening cord
Of so much achieved
Spiraling down
The brushstrokes of life
In time does frown.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments1
Good write N. Is that the mother-in-law there?! lol.
SHES WORSE OR WAS RATHER LOL !!!!!!!!!!! I am living alone and loving it
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