Pulse…a timer which determines being,
Red blood flowing through the blued veins,
Races to depict life but only moves towards death,
Until the clock stops, erasing your world white,
Ideal cycle of existence, but this time it’s different,
Look how misery can act as a dark time machine,
I feel transported to a world, plagued and concluding,
Sucking me into a quarry of thick bloody carcass,
The more I repel, the dried crimson stains of my soul,
The more it pulls me in, blood has affinity for blood,
My hope is like the shine that cannot be seen,
But then should I complain about light in a dark universe,
Maybe today I am more dead, I am barely alive,
Maybe this moment, accepting my end is enough to survive!!
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Wonderfully written. The imagery and metaphor are haunting, surreal, and powerful. There is a beautiful symmetry to the entire piece!
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Thanks Brad, I feel its very dark
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There can be no light without the dark and these feel like dark times!
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Haunting but amazing.
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Thanks for reading 😊
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Dark but I like it!
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Thanks for reading 😊
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Very well written poem expressing the angst all of us feel in living in these times.
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Thanks for reading 😊
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Solemn. Nice metaphors. It brings some sad feelings to me.
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Thanks for reading , I know it does
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well captured!
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Thanks for reading 😊
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