Clocks had stopped ticking, The cursors had stopped blinking. I was suddenly hollow; I saw my frame for what it was- A bottomless pit of nothingness I’d tried to fill up all my life With things and experiences. _____ from a 2014 poem called Death by Nevender http://nevender.blogspot.ug/2014/09/death.html Yesterday I had one of those episodes where…
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Death Be Not Proud, Joel Neve’r’nder!
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou are not so; For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow, And soonest…