Dark Meditations

Death is on my mind
The final refuge from all
That is bitter
The end is our
Only Poetry
Is a flower fragrant if
It crumbles in out hand
Is love sweet if it
inflects pain
The days are full of want
and sadness
The night time is a *****
Death is on my mind
holloway64 holloway64
46-50, M
Dec 9, 2012