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Friday, November 16, 2007

Dramatic poetry




this is a short dramatic, but somewhat depressing poem called "What is Left." It's meter is eight beats per line.

They laid the dead man in the dirt,
And all his happiness and hurt,

Faded away that day as one,
Despite which one on earth had won,

His hate and passions, loves and fears,
Gone as the eternal sleep nears,

All his quests and goals are now dead,
O the sorrows of the life's bed,

What is left of this young man?
Nothing, he is no more in the land,

2 comments:

Jamie said...

Very sad, but makes you want to enjoy life here and now while you can! Thanks for sharing.

NeoAuteur said...

Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family. God bless you all!