Life?

Life?

A Poem by Scarlet Letter
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Life to me

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Life is a tread
Worn nigh on through
Unraveling with length
Encompassed by a blueish hue.

Life is a book
With the pages torn out
Thrown to the floor
Covers lined with fear and doubt.

What is this life?
Ephemeral, shallow, dark?
Full of shattered dreams and despair!
All that's left of hope is a mere spark.

© 2010 Scarlet Letter


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Scarlet Letter
Scarlet Letter

Canada



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I love art of all forms. The types I practice are writing, charcoal/oil pastels, music, photography, and more. Every time I look at something I see if it would be best as a picture, drawing, poem, or .. more..

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