Compartment 114
Compartment 114
The Shadow On My Shoulder
There is an angel who sits upon my shoulder who goes by the name of Death...
Not Gone

Not Gone

A Poem by T.S. Claus
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Short and sweet

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My dead pale body

Spit from the Sea’s

Now I am the broken

Salty sea air and

Palm trees sway, nonetheless

© 2018 T.S. Claus


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I like your words. Thanks for posting!

Posted 6 Years Ago


Better than dead. The palm tree are near. Nice use of words. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 6 Years Ago


T.S. Claus

6 Years Ago

Thank you for taking the time to read and leave some feedback! I appreciate you!
Coyote Poetry

6 Years Ago

Amazing use of words. You did a outstanding job and you are welcome.
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Nyu
Wow, such a short but truly powerful write.
Congrats

Posted 6 Years Ago


T.S. Claus

6 Years Ago

Thank you for saying so!

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Added on March 11, 2018
Last Updated on March 12, 2018
Tags: dead, death, sea, broken, airk, salty, palm trees, body, pale, gone, depression, sad, happy, new

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T.S. Claus
T.S. Claus

Detroit, MI



About
Tyler S. Claus, studying journalism in Detroit, Michigan. I write Short Stories, screenplays, News Articles (Satire), Poems and Prose, and hope to strengthen my abilities in all aspects of writing w.. more..

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