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Dec 03, 2020
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behold the passing hour nigh
when death through spineless pride
one's life of dignity deprive
when woe its tedious gloom cast
o'er innocence immured
shall not I, in the aftermath,
serenely life's unchastity rewrite?
behold the passing hour nigh
permit thy soul not the warmth
of death's final kiss, unwittingly,
perceive as of the breath of life
thus thy heart in passion's wake
despairingly be betrayed
weep not for those whom the veil
of death hath obscured from thine eyes
weep for those whom death in
dread has profaned
About This Poem
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Gracy
4 years 7 months ago
Hi Nokros, a powerful poem,
Hi Nokros, a powerful poem, indeed. I like your use of language in a classic fashion. I'm not sure I understand it all. Weep for those whom death in dread has profaned? Do you mean in war or some other kind of carnage?
It's grim but very well written. Gracy
nokros
4 years 7 months ago
thanx
for visiting teddy and gracy. needed your input