The Perfect Death Poem by Blanche Hardin

The Perfect Death



When you come to a conclusion,
That says it all;
To want it enough to break their fall.
The thought it took,
The life it shook.
The feelings of no guilt,
The inprisonment that left you to wilt.

Friday, February 29, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: feelings
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Blanche Hardin

Blanche Hardin

Bakersfield, California
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