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Warped Reflections

Stay! Stand a little
Life’s passing away—
Sleet’s turned to spittle
You’re going astray.

Snatch what little you can
Talk less, speak vacuities
Lauding the lame race you ran—
Let life provide its gratuities.

Sit on the open field
Soak up the drenched grass
Harvest this macabre yield—
Life, my friend, is crass.

Comments

ruki kenishiro said…
hah..finally i found another poet! i like that poem, there's a nice reality check to it.. keep up the good work!
Ire said…
Wow!! i think its wonderful. I can never write poetry to even save my life. Great work...keep it up!
This has a song like feel to it, it would make a good rock song
Nicole Braganza said…
oh yes....i just sang it in my head...
you don't post that often but boy when you it is well worth the wait.

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