Dark Poetry – I mean seriously, what other kind could you see me writing?

“A Snowglobe I Carry..”

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Winter preserved within glass prism

The carolers always sing-

Trapped within their tiny prison

Forced smiles forever cling..

Their faces weary with good cheer,

Wrapped warm against the cold,

They stand gripped by nameless fear-

For they never shall grow old.

It is the fear of eternity…

~ by optimisticallypessimistic on October 14, 2008.