Blackness stands vigilant
over a life you deemed
of no worth.
It sees your path laid out like a meandering stream,
soon to dry out in a dead valley gone from tall green
to wilted brown.
Patience is one of its skills for
the time it will take you
to slowly unwind from your mortal coil.
But unwind you will.
With a keen blade
as sharp as the sickle moon which hangs the sky,
it shall cut you from the
thread of life
you never cared
By Philip Wardlow
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I ‘widely’ like it!
Ha ha …I just fixed the typo you found in my poem…so thanks…:)
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