Lines Xi Poem by Nyx C Styx

Lines Xi



all death is murder
don't lie to her
and say you went willing
to be graveyard filling
it is the hope of one good day
that keeps us on our way
to have him in reach of fingertips
to have her between your lips
to be gone, to be forgot
who would surrender to the rot?
life is the grudging fight
to make to the next day light
but to submit to the graveyard cold?
who could ever be so bold?

Tuesday, November 29, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life,death
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