![]() Dying is an artA Poem by Gee![]() Or so she said !![]()
What of the mind so troubled
that lucidity all but gone and the only sound drear, sombre notes ne'er the cheerfulness of song. What of the mind so troubled that the future not a thought and death is a friend whose companionship every decade insanely sought. What of the mind so troubled that love leads only to death and there finally peace in an angels arms a full stop as a final breath... © 2020 GeeAuthor's Note
Reviews
|
StatsAuthorGeeMilton keynes, United KingdomAboutDevoted family man and lover of life. Simple stuff for those without code breaking skills ! more..Writing
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|