Death Is Apon Us
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.
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Comments about this poem (Death Is Apon Us by Tina Mills )
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