Friday, October 14, 2016
The Abattoir Comments
Rating: ★3.5
This is where dreams come to die
In pale sunlight of mourning
Where thought concedes all
A surrender of the night begins
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Zwelethu Siwaphiwe Shweni
14 October 2016
Great opening line poet and also your tittle is so catchy
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Matthew Holloway
14 October 2016
Thank you this poem just came to me and flowed right onto the page
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8/21/2025 8:26:17 AM # 1.0.0
While sleep affords us the peace and hope we all seek, our wakeful hours often become the slaughterhouse of our dreams and plans. Only love can deliver us safely through this realm of reality. You offer very effective analogies in this poem. It was a pleasure to read.
Thank you I enjoyed writing this the ideas around dreams and the hard reality of waking is something that interests me