The AWKWARD poet (Senryu)
See myself, the Child
Looking with Loves’ brighter eyes
Know not what i see.
UPON ME
Death creeps up
Upon me
Fog-like a heavy blanket
Icy cold lonely
Death looks upon me
A waning aging
Sinking Look
Cold and Pallid (of a thing)
Life seems Like
Leaving
That Life upon your face
The Pink color
Of Grace…
And it’s Death having moments without
(You)
Upon me.
Jan 21, 2020
Jan 21, 2020 at 12:23 AM UTC
The AWKWARD poet (Senryu)
See myself, the Child
Looking with Loves’ brighter eyes
Know not what i see.
UPON ME
Death creeps up
Upon me
Fog-like a heavy blanket
Icy cold lonely
Death looks upon me
A waning aging
Sinking Look
Cold and Pallid (of a thing)
Life seems Like
Leaving
That Life upon your face
The Pink color
Of Grace…
And it’s Death having moments without
(You)
Upon me.
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