I am convinced it is nothing more than like walking into another room. But you characterize it as the dark inevitable which perhaps it is. I like the solemn grimness (isx there such a word? If not, there should be) of this work and how it explores the emotions inspired by the very thought of dying. Well done.
4 verses of 4 lines with a neat little rhyme scheme throughout that works well. I think the form makes the message stronger. I like the mood above all though. Well done.
I am convinced it is nothing more than like walking into another room. But you characterize it as the dark inevitable which perhaps it is. I like the solemn grimness (isx there such a word? If not, there should be) of this work and how it explores the emotions inspired by the very thought of dying. Well done.
after awhile, we just accept...we can't fight it anymore...when death really wants us, it will come and get us...we cannot refuse, we just have to be ready...and on really cold winter nights, those eyes do feel like they are always upon us.
i like your dark writes....even in the darkness your symbolism spells hope...the White snow...even with the shadows.
When Venus gets too close catfish have been known to come up out of the water onto the shore, feed awhile, then go back in.
It's business as usual in the Apocalypse. And business is very good right.. more..