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William Blake Beckett

(May 15,1995 / Denver, Colorado, United States of America)

Coffin Confession


The adults stand around,
Incessantly nagging,
Claiming inheritance.

Hideous,
Drooling hounds,
Food in sight.

All of the young children
Run around and giggle,
Asking me to join in.

Innocent,
Small puppies,
Toys in mouth.

I guess this is goodbye.
I didn't know you well,
Though I can't say I tried.

So am I
A puppy
or a hound?

Submitted: Thursday, January 03, 2013
Edited: Thursday, January 03, 2013
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  • Mel. D. (1/3/2013 9:53:00 PM)

    I love this poem, especially the ending. It really makes one think about morality and how we classify ourselves if we don't fit neatly into a category. There's more than just the two extremes; there are many inbetweens. But if its not one of the two extremes, then how do you decide if its good or bad? (Report) Reply

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