'Death, Be Not Proud...' Poem by indira babbellapati
'Death, Be Not Proud...'
Death's whimsical
It sucks your breath and expects
You to go on...
Death feeds on
Your breath and blood leaving you
An empty sack
Death brushed past
Me, brutally tearing
At my insides into rags
Time and again
I glean the bits and pieces
To sew myself anew!
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
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9/19/2024 4:10:39 PM # 1.0.0.1119
oh great! ! ! what a beautiful sonnet is recalled to mind! ! ! the same challenging style! ! !