Blank Grave
Cool bleary canvas
Stalking among the dead
Dismal autumn light - shaded sadness
Leaves collapsed splashed red
Here lies
Travelers of society
Deceitful beggars in corrupt ties
Many men eyes blurred in dubiety
Shall we desecrate what has been given
Shoot the hollow hole blindly?
Steer what is ours to be driven​?
Path marked now surely won’t end kindly
What's on your future grave?
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Author:
Lone Home (
Offline) - Published: September 18th, 2017 19:24
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Comments2
It does not matters what on the grave, as long as we have lived a life to our best.
Very nice writing. Welcome to this site.
I couldn't agree more.
Short, sweet and to the point! Works well in this case, good write!
Thank you I appreciate it.
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