Wednesday, 28 August 2013

If  Death Comes Upton You. Don,t Fight It  Close Your Eyes Let  The Pain Enter Your Body

You Walk To  a Room Theres a Door In Front  Of You  Theres  A Mirror You See  A Shadow Of
Yourself


Mike Mcdonnell
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2 comments:

  1. krknutsen2 November 2013 at 15:54

    Nice poem, Mike!
    Granny Kari

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  2. Ram Krishna Singh13 November 2013 at 02:55

    Dear Mike: You shouldn't be preoccupied with death unnecessarily. Poets are prophetic, and the way you talk about death makes me fear its closeness to you. There is already so much in life to engage you that death appears futile to waste words on.

    --R.K.Singh

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