The Dirge

Apoetwarrior

A Dirge plays in the background

 

There's been a death

 

Hope has died along with love

 

Hope was slowly strangled to death

 

Love was clubbed like a baby seal

 

The frozen ground covered with the remnants of a beautiful life

 

Spattered are the pieces in red gore, congealing on the stark white landscape

 

Sadness lives here and hangs like mist

  • Author: Apoetwarrior (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 1st, 2015 00:14
  • Comment from author about the poem: Going through a hard time
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Yorke

    A powerful write, nicely written.



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