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Death Knell

I’m Burning,
In the Icebox.
Like a comet that falls below,
In the endless I shatter.

Bleeding oblivion,
Hope blossoms in this garden,
And a star dies in the lone,
Ringing the knell of hopelessness,
The darkest light it emits.

The worm, making me porous,
Crawling underneath,
threatening my naked dignity.

I walk on fear, transparent film,
dark and illusional, growling beneath,
The mayday calls.

The sunshine dripping anguish,
In the formless grey, my mind wonders,
What is death without dying?
What is being burnt without burning?

Β© Jumbled Letters 2019.

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From reflection to shadows, they all whisper silent tales.

36 thoughts on “Death Knell

    1. Its some raw feelings involved here.

      There are times one feel better, and times one feel down. Touching about the positive aspects is better always, but we cannot run away from the negativity and all those feeling we hide in our bedrooms and on our pillows. Take this as one of my days, where I feel awful and dying.

      Thanks for reading! πŸ˜ƒ

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