Rehearsing how to Die…

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Death,
i am hungry
i am satisfied to death!
i am loose in my chains
i am a grave…
fill me with your soil!
 
Death,
Time has taken me away
worthless is the clock
the hour glass is broken
the sands fallen…
i am loose in my chains
i am a grave…
fill me with your soil!
 
Death,
i am hungry
i am satisfied to death!
i am loose in my chains
i am a grave…
fill me with your soil!

3 thoughts on “Rehearsing how to Die…

  1. Thank you Anthoney!

    The death poem…this one came deeply from my heart. The people I have lost; friends, relations, it’s basically a poem authored by death. Deeply existential.

    Adipoetry

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