Grim Death.

Is death not the absence of life?
Then I have already been swallowed up
in it’s dark embrace.
All is darkness
feeling
thinking
experiencing
Alone and lost in the darkness
there is nothing else
but death
over
around
through me,
There is
nothing.

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    • Thanks for your support Louise, I’ve been told my writing is a bit different to many others, it’s more like emotional journaling for me, but the poetic inspiration is something I like to grab hold of and work with whenever inspiration strikes. If you have some time glance around past posts, I’m still proud of all of it ๐Ÿ™‚

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  1. This poem grips me. It helps me make sense out of the feeling that I have: perhaps I died a number of times. When I feel void of life, still, blank, I seem to be touching dying with my fingertips. If I am, then I will have no fear of my final death.

    Thanks for putting it into words.

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