Her eyes are like a sepulchre gently calling me,
They invite me to stay for all eternity...
Locked behind a door from which no soul escapes:
The lowliest of dungeons within Hell's estates.
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'Through adversity we wilt or we grow' - - - - How true! This poem gives us all something to think about; a little nudge toward self-examination.
We all need faith and in that faith comes strength. A great poem.
A beautiful poem. Very inspiring. Well crafted and executed write.10
Locked behind a door from which no soul escapes: The lowliest of dungeons within 's estates. So I choose instead to quietly walk away, ..love, , mercy, acceptance, cared.for....Through adversity we grow........ so very true my dear poet. Brett. thank u for your poems. tony