Swelling Sorrow

March 4, 2019

Enveloping Darkness, ever marching

A light kashmir hood laying abreast an endless hallway.

The Lady paying no mind to the absence of light,

She only lives so Death can spite.

Forever her children, taken, by encumbering, possesive might.

The Lady, complacent, ambles by, knowing this is the way it is,

knowing that this is how things have always been.

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diegoledesmaMar 4, 2019

<p>This is, from my expeience, how I've felt about Death, and how I've imagined its responsibility.</p>