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dead in Hell

dead in Hell

I saw
Death today
he wore
a pretty face
Some say
he became her
I say
he wore her
with little grace

All due to
An Heart left
Open to
The foul birds
of the air

One drop
Sets in motion
Ripplings of death

A chase to
The mirror’s reflection
Up hill
day after day

Pulled along
To push that burden
No song
To lighten the step

Dead in hell
Alive to pain


About rwoz2

Poet, historian, writer for stage and screen. Responder to Jesus (Romans 5:8)

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