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Fragile, fading 37,
she wears her wedding ring like a trance
and stares straight down at an empty coffee cup
as if she were looking into the mouth of a dead bird.
Dinner is over. Her husband has gone to the toilet.
He will be back soon and then it will be her turn
to go to the toilet.
The Final Ride
The act of dying
is like hitch-hiking
into a strange town
late at night
where it is cold
and raining,
and you are alone
again. | | [Post deleted by moderator Kush // Indirect Insult] | | It's a lil bit weird. But has some meaning | | interesting :) | | good writer u get a good picture in your head of the woman... | | wierd. | | writes more :) | I like them. very good
the first one made me laugh but don't be insulted i have a bleek sense of humor | | all we have humor :) | The Swords Gleam in Scorching Sun
Armor is Drenched in Sweat and Blood
Of all the Survivors there were None
Who Fought Again or Thought they Would
To their Families, Soldiers Limped Back
Fatigued to Tears
The Friends they had Lost, Burned till Black
With the Pyre Behind them, the North Star Steers
Above the world it Guides the Men
To the One Thing Left that Will Keep them Sane
But, upon Arrival they Saw Then
The Village they had Tried to in Vain to Save
In Cinders were All their Hopes and Dreams
Their Families, Houses, Everything
Outmaneuvered, the Platoon Screamed
They had Been Flanked by the Demon King
The Army had Lost, Though they Thought they'd Won
That Force they had Killed had only been Scouts
Hope had been slain, as Would every Last One
of the Men who had Been so Brave
War Consumes All | | | i like thos ones | | good writer | | good | Namuras' poem
10/10 | | well done |
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