Written by Debbie Walker |
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Try to rid thoughts that consume our minds like that
Of desert plains.

Confined, by loss and pain we give way as our world
Begins to twirl upside down.

Trapt within the hell that we have made.
We fall with no ground beneath to catch our wasted falls.

Stare a mist dust that flows for that is where you will return.

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Form of Poetry

Free verse

Author: Debbie Walker
I am a part time Funeral/ Embalmer Apprentice learning her trade as I work on getting Licensed to further my career. I am a poet of some sort. I write out what I feel than express them. It works for me.


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