A dark sky is looming
Blackened eyes search
Blue lips are stretching
A raven sits on its perch
A grave undisturbed
Is a body not burned
The dead grass sits
And peace is earned.
To talk to silence
Is to talk not at all
But to let thoughts race
While the heartbeat falls
Time is simply still
In its race against death
Like the turtle and hare,
Only one fighting breath.
Yet one is ever taking
And another just accepting
That death is silence mistook
For time still unrelenting.
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Darkest Days
PoetryThis is just a series of poems I've wrote. Some are rhyming, some are free-expression, and etc. Hope you enjoy.
