Life Whisperer

September 22, 2010
Death awaits upon the stone,
heavy with the burden of breathing.
Take in, the stench of staleness,
let go, the ache of the lonesome.
As the sun steadily sets,
stretching shadows over the land
I will not be forgotten.

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Phoenix97 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Nov. 19, 2010 at 8:37 am
I don't know what this means, to be honest, but I love the phrases "stench of staleness" and "ache of the lonesome." They're beautifully expressive. Could you explain this poem for me? I'd really like to know what it means. :)
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