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A Poem by Tom

A forgotten touch
By hands so cold
The blood will freeze
And chill the soul

Lain and unused
Collector of dust
For its too late
As it turns to rust

As time continues on
And gets dark as it goes
For the life it once had
Its flame flickers and slows

© 2017 Tom


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Tom, the flow of this poem makes it a moving poem to read. Just hanging on as life slowly flickers away, until it is no more. Excellent visualizations in your work. Please keep writing.

Posted 4 Years Ago



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