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Reuben F
Poems
Nov 2024
Deathbed
Bed is a vehicle
Without steer or veering wheel,
No two wings or a keel
Make a bed typical.
Coitus, Dream and Day
Inside a bottomless trunk,
You drive it when you’re drunk
Or any other way.
An eye-opener
And a commuting teacher,
Your bed's not in Future
Nor is it Past’s inner.
On a one-way road
And a carpeted sanctum,
Your bed holds you welcome
'Til your eyes become sewed.
#death
#mortality
#life
#fear
#depression
#anxiety
#existentialism
#realism
Written by
Reuben F
21/M/United States
(21/M/United States)
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