This Life's Horror Poem by james watkin

This Life's Horror



What for its dark spell, is beyond
Our control, breaking.
A nightmare; one as soon forgot
On awakening.

This life's horror; Earth-woke from out.
Whose grave's bed, beside
Upstood for souls, dust themselves off
Back up those stairs glide.

Wednesday, July 28, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: life,death
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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