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Apr 2014
Tomorrow is as bright as a porch light under the new moon
I am the moth throwing myself against it
Begging to be consumed

Death has no carriage
His cloak, a blanket,
He lies underneath, catching souls like falling snow
Some curse his inattention,
Others are just grateful for a place to land

They say it feels like drowning
But I am hovering somewhere between earth and sun
In equal hopes of home
And glorious Home

Caught in silent suffocation
I am tethered fast to both
Unmoving,
Unmoved.
https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/send-the-breaking-ground-poets-to-brave-new-voices-2014
Written by
awegkjh  Pennsylvania
(Pennsylvania)   
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   Leena Adhvaryu, Pamela Rae, --- and ---
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