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Abandoned Outpost
Lay me in the old abandoned house, upon tongue and groove planks, wrap me in a woolen blanket, close to the broken window, where snowflakes are visible as they gently fall...quietly fall.
Please don't let them melt upon me though, ive bore the cold long enough.
Let the Blue and Red birds visit, singing songs, keeping me company until my hunger finally eats me alive.
Please don't let them melt upon me though, ive bore the cold long enough.
Let the Blue and Red birds visit, singing songs, keeping me company until my hunger finally eats me alive.
Published 24th Jan 2025
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24th Jan 2025 3:28pm
24th Jan 2025 4:03pm
Although someone wanting to be placed next to a broken window who's bore the cold long enough sounds a bit odd to me, the picture and the poem are perfect together. There's almost a romantic feel to it that makes one think the narrator is possibly a ghost. I like it.
24th Jan 2025 5:07pm
I guess In my mind as I was writing this, I could imagine the wet snow falling on me, exacerbating the cold of reality i already have to feel. Yet through the struggle of life, i have learned to appreciate beautiful moments, even through the broken parts.
Thank you Metropolis for taking time to ponder and comment.
Thank you Metropolis for taking time to ponder and comment.
