Poem -
smASHed up
There are waTchERs who wait
They knoW saDLy the fates of
The walKerS who breathE
Breaths of innocenT aiR
Till sudden, tis stoPPed with
BeWildeRing speeD, and
The walkers they waKe Up
Undead, over therE
And now, walkers are
watCHers
Relieved of all mileS, though
They watcH all the wAys that
The walkers unSMile, yet
Not walker nOr watcher can
Safe say the wHy
That All heartS must be
smASHed up
To fiLL a cRUel sky
M P 5/2/21
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HUGS!
💜💜💜 big hugs x
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This is an absolutely astounding piece of work, Marion. This is vivid and it cuts the reader to bits. That last verse is truly something else
I cannot make up my mind if this poem is brutally beautiful or beautifully brutal - either way, this is one awesome poem.
Thinking of you...hugs ❤❤ x
Will come on and see your stuff soon love...I'm.tryingto find my way back to the living and not succeeding at mo...lots of love ❤️
Awww...Marion...its a tough and cruel thing you are going through. You are doing as well as you can, my brave friend, and for that I am soooo proud of you. You are in my thoughts and I send you hugs x
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🤗🤗❤❤🤗🤗 <- that means more hugs xx