the pendulum swings
back
and forth,
the hands of it
weighed
by life and death.
eternity
stands outside
our fragile door,
leaning
in with scythe
and robe
the face unseen,
waiting for more.
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real
experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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