Is It Poetry
Death And 'No' Remorse For 'Any' - Poem by Is It Poetry
Death and no Remorse for Any;
Never once where Doubt is spread.
Never were you such a deceiver as now.
And once finite does each window show it.
I sift off hope and wade through memories.
I watch two small stones roll down the hill again.
Even the dog lays down in sleep, just as it's witness.
God was as abundant and likened too each drop
I wait as you count them empty too use that ocean
so that you may drink your fill,
and now after the desert fills your cup with sand,
and I wash it.
and did it not feel better when it was more abundant.
here is my great blue eye,
I mine, hers, now his
and as each is passed by,
the next may be long in coming.
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