Death told me, "I fear the unknown."
I told him that's absurd, "You are the unknown.
How could you possibly be afraid of yourself?"
He timidly confessed, "I don't know the depth of my own soul.
I have not challenged my powers to the utmost.
I can't contain any more gloom within this hollow mass
I call my substance."
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Deliriously Yours
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that are concise and honest in their approach. They don't preach, they simply are. Within he poems there is a thread of naivety that tugs at you, whilst at the same time there is a sense of worldliness and depth that ba...
