"Death – the rule, life – the exception"
So, there's a thought that comes
Not so randomly into my head
'I've sold my soul to the devil
And I must live to the fullest
Before he comes to claim me'
And that may be why
I run through the fields until
Every blade of grass has had
A chance to touch my skin
Kiss every poppy with my lips
Dance like the leaves of Acacia
On a windy day, and gossip
With the moon about the garish sun
Each time, setting aside
My fears further away
Unknowing of the monster
Their culmination could create
One I have no chance against
When my feet wobble in exhaustion
Rather than fear, one that makes me
Question if these cherry memories
I made are all worth it if today
Only turns to be my death day
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Poetry"I want to be perfect. That's for the better, correct?" Ten rhymed poems, ten free-versed. All of which about the many colors of life. || Poetry collection May contain triggers. Read at your own risk. #1 in poetry (15/01/2022, 23/03/2022 & 29/04...
