Happier, are those who have died, for
The eyes fixéd like equations on those
who breathe, and speak lies wicked than potions.
And for those who smile, and practise behind,
A cracked mirror whilst it blinds.
Where had the darts pierced our hearts?
Maybe they missed completely.
Inspired by Ecclesiastics 4:2-3
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The End of a New Beginning
PoetryIt's too late now. We just have to move on. The memory keeps appearing on my mind. I can't seem to forget it. It constantly makes me recall back to that very day. It was rather disturbing. I am desperate for answers.... Time passed as I waited pati...
