A poem from today's group - coming from a 2 object exercise
Unreality
The playfulness of soft animals
is lost to me now.
Tides of time have passed
As I return to where I began
Alone.
Family is gone, friends I've lost
the trappings of a futile reality
are all washed away in the wind.
I fear the end yet am happy
for the closure I recieve
has been long awaited
In cold dark seas
As the world ends.
by Tom
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A darkly sad ending to a poem that was darkly sad all through, yet beauty was there to redeem it.
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