Tina Mills

Death Is Apon Us - Poem by Tina Mills

Death is an eternal sleep.
Death is a black rose in the sea of agony.
Silence may be sweet if you're a solitude sibling.
The black rose drifts away.
Drifts into the stormy sea of despair.
Blackness surrounds you as you drift into the darkness.
Of Death.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 2, 2013

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