The Death of the Love of My Life
A Poem of Dying to Self
I was dead but lived!
A poltergeist by design,
and drop dead gorgeous.
**
I, of course, fought death,
but in the end was flouted--
a fine rose drowned.
**
I digress, and yet
continue just as lovely,
charming, perfect me.
Author's Note:
Written 7 Years Ago.
Original Note: This is written from the self's point of view who has been put to death via humility but thrives from the inside and plans her next escapade.
Additional Notes: I continually come back to this poem as one of my favourites of my early 20's. Thank you for reading!
About the Creator
Daniel L. Bacon
Any literature worth reading is first misunderstood and then unveiled to the true seekers of wisdom who reflect on deeper thoughts. Therefore, those who are wise withhold judgement to re-read these great works with their hearts and souls.
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