The Quicksand of Death

[Pluto]

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A thousand dreams rot to dust
Walls of pitch black
A thousand screams never heard
Closing on all sides

A thousand knives to the heart
The cruel ones smile
A thousand lives just like mine
Our unseen mass grave

A thousand fights to survive
Reduced to ash
A thousand nights of false hope
Now a moonlit tomb

A thousand tears as death looms
Buried alive
A thousand fears of what's next
Never was there choice

A thousand stairs descend down
Let this hell end
A thousand prayers to be loved
Now a silent corpse

 

[Dmoore3232]

Cool poem, a moonlit tomb yet that is pretty dark . That is the reality of life though. Understanding failure is important.