The Nether Realm Poem by greg richardson
The Nether Realm
How long will this organism
struggle on?
Greying hair
wrinkled skin
I am destined
to get rid of it.
And yet some are attached
to this thing
called Man.
I would just as well
Shove him in a hole
and bury him
But his friends beckon
for him not to leave
Thank God
They can't keep him here.
'Goodbye, ' he whispers
to his old friends
as he journeys
to the Nether Realm.
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