Today I Began To Die
By brentsrich
A black spot on my finger Grew evil in my mind Dark shadow, specter Of things that I might find While full of its silence The shade spoke soft to me A hint of melancholy And all that’s meant to be Do days of loss await me? Can pain be all I’ve wrought? Sorrow my lone companion Despite the peace I’ve sought? No, a warning doesn’t beckon When painted skin intones But a reminder of darkness And the brevity of bones Written February 18th, 2001 © on Sep 18 2001 01:39 PM PST, Rich Brents 18 • 0 • 10
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"A black spot on my finger..."