I am not insane
To say
"I do not want that life for myself."
To stand up for myself.
To lie down in the embrace of cool death is not my winter's dream.
I will only view Death from the corner of my
Specter Eye.
For that old familiar, Death,
Will never see me
Falling into the line,
And camouflaged into others' outlines.
No, Death will always find me
Standing Out of the crowd-
Alone, alive, and truly well!
Death will always see me through her iron bars,
Scribing upon the prison's walls
A grand and gruesome end that displays
Death- as nothing more than trivial.
For an alive poet in a dead society
Unveils a masterpiece-
A living poet veils a Life.
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Moriah C.
Welcome! My name is Moriah and I am a history student in university. I write fiction, poetry, and musings on social and religious issues. If you enjoy my content, please comment, like, share, and subscribe to know when I post!
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