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sadness spent home

Posted to Poetry




it is pretty
that the bottom
end is beautiful
like the unwritten voice of a poet's heart
like a piercing shock that minds your nerves
like saving something special for some special friend
I am not a poet
and i don't mind not having friends
in the final day of this little life
when the final light is seen
and the ultimate feeling felt
when i stand alone and meditate
i can peacefull sigh
stooped and preying vulture-like
on other's experiences
of their miscroscopic lives