Languidness Poem by Justin Reamer

Languidness



Death, our great friend,
Is a relief to us as
We, tired from life,
Wander like mindless drones,
Stooping down in anguish
From our endless groans.
Life is in absence, nothing.
Until we fall to the ground,
Closing our eyes and
Drowning out the lifeless moans.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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Justin Reamer

Justin Reamer

Holland, Michigan
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