We lower deep into the earth
The temperature drops and drops
And drops
We don our jackets to escape the chill
But it is deep inside our bones
Almost like a being, be it
Hades, Pluto... the devil himself
Or something else
And we all feel it
But say nothing
(which proves to be a mistake
As we drop, one by one)
So we lower deeper, deeper
Colder, colder
Will they remember us?
When we're gone?
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Rise: A Poetry Collection
Poetry𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓹𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓾𝓹 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓼 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓹 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓪𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮 Unlike Paul, I actually have...
