Damon (Hello?!?!!)’s Comments (group member since Jan 31, 2025)

Damon (Hello?!?!!)’s comments from the poetryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy group.

This one I have decided to title:

"The Boat and the Needle."

Which may change XD







The skin lies taught, the face so gaunt, a pallid, sickly sallow.

Lips drawn back, a hideous grimace, dark lids a-cloaked in shadow.

His sight was sore, and at death's door, behest of rest forevermore.

Darkness reaching, inward creeping, grasping for the throat

Tendrils of black, jaw left slack, with demon's glee they gloat.

Afloat afloat, a crumbling boat. Dying loves, and dreams and hopes.

Smoky fingers curling in, quenching thoughts to make them dim.

Death's white flock, the Reaper's sheep, All that's wished for now is sleep. Corrupt the mind and plague the body, flesh and spirit alike are rotting.

Afloat, afloat, a crumbling boat. Dying loves, and dreams and hopes.

'Neath the hearth you rest your head, time is a needle, your life is a thread.

And so your knot has come undone, out of many, yet only one.

The tip of twine slips through the eye, and with your final breath you cry:

"Needle and Thread, Needle and Thread, the tail of rope goes through the head."

"Needle and Thread, Needle and Thread, all that lived is surely dead."

Afloat, afloat, a crumbling boat. Dying loves, and dreams and hopes.

Reflections of flame now dance is your eyes, a myriad maze of glimmering scythes.

Through the pools of black you rise, all remorse is but a guise, death will come to no surprise.

Freed from worry, freed from lies, any doubt is turned to the skies.

A whispered word, a final breath, for plain to see, is the beauty of:


Death.

Dare I share my terrible poetry?

I do, because I feel I view my work far differently than others, so I need your guys' opinion.

🤔

I sure hope so

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