I feel the sadness, the hopelessness. I can relate to this. I also hope this is fiction.
"Long ago I gave up on life / Long ago my life was done" and "Is there a place of rest / Where the living dead can go?" - this is so effing deep - it affected me.
I feel the sadness, the hopelessness. I can relate to this. I also hope this is fiction.
"Long ago I gave up on life / Long ago my life was done" and "Is there a place of rest / Where the living dead can go?" - this is so effing deep - it affected me.
A tragic. sad poem that I hope is not autobiograhical, with great verse structure, the first lines consistent with three or four stresses, the exposition in the second lines, and the introspection in the last two verses, very well written !
dreadfully dark and forlorn... a complete dreary outlook on life to be sure ..a poignant and eerie feeling within this poem ...no rest for the living dead...good job on this onE!
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..