My conscience

Says

The deed

Is wrong

But hunger

Strikes

To jar

My thoughts

To live

My creed

Escape

The dawn

The tides

Of pain

Too strong

To bind

My god

Has gone

The night

Is morn

And death

A song.

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Comment by alsoknownas on October 9, 2016 at 11:30am

No idea what some may see here.

It's rough

nails on the blackboard

child's cry in an empty alley

nod to the darkness of the times

Comment by JMac1949 Today on October 9, 2016 at 12:17pm

Approached at moments black,

A man of wisdom's age,

Smiled with voice of sage,

And uttered this as fact,

"Life is a bed of roses,  don't complain of a few thorns."

But if one is as a dragonfly,

Impaled upon that thorn,

Tis better then to die,

And such a life be scorned.

Backatcha... ;-)  R&L

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