NaPoWriMo Four

Into darkness you go;
Without sight
Without smell
Without taste
Without hearing
Without touch

She wanders trough graves
Collecting souls
Bringing them back to where they belong.

From darkness you came;
Without sight
Without smell
Without taste
Without hearing
Without touch

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I ignored today’s prompt (which was inspired by a Scottish writer named Iain M. Banks) and instead wrote a poem inspired by today’s events.

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3 responses to “NaPoWriMo Four

  1. Quite dark…what inspired this?

    It’s still very elegant.

    • I was at a funeral yesterday, and as I recently had a baby I keep thinking about while some people pass, others are being born. Like a circle of life..

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