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the worms
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worms
gnawing at your innards
leaving behind the bad
snapping up the good
snapping up the good
nothing matters
not work
not family
not friends
nothing
just the worms now
comfort in the grave
whispering
good night.
Wrote a rough form of this on my phone last night in the middle of some personal issues. Interpret it how you will. I'm not sure I like it, but it means something. To me, anyway.
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I like the way you arranged the lines of this poem,
and I thought of how peaceful the process of life is.
After you die, nothing else matters anymore.
Your body just becomes part of the Earth again- eaten up by worms.
No more worries or stress.
and I thought of how peaceful the process of life is.
After you die, nothing else matters anymore.
Your body just becomes part of the Earth again- eaten up by worms.
No more worries or stress.