My Life

My Life

A Poem by Britaini Gross

My life, dark and cruel,
Like that of winter's bare trees,
Not dead but sleeping.

© 2015 Britaini Gross


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A restoration of limbs an internal dialog can be a beautiful thing that awakens the spirit. Not dead but sleeping is something a lot of people do. Unfortunately, lots are walking around at the time. Guess you don't have to think too long to get that. I was once empty of leaves myself.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.



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i guess you could wake it up

Posted 8 Months Ago


Very sad.
Not dead, but sleeping
Still like trees, waiting, waiting.
You deserve better, take it !
Enjoyed this bit of poetry.
----- Eagle Cruagh

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A restoration of limbs an internal dialog can be a beautiful thing that awakens the spirit. Not dead but sleeping is something a lot of people do. Unfortunately, lots are walking around at the time. Guess you don't have to think too long to get that. I was once empty of leaves myself.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on November 29, 2015
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Britaini Gross
Britaini Gross

Piedmont, SC



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I've always loved literature, even when I was too little to read my grandfather enlightened me with poems from around the world. Sylvia Plath is my favorite writer and my idol. I've never published an.. more..

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