The Potter's Field

by E Dacaf   Feb 18, 2013


Piece by piece I slowly fade.
Of this life, I've nothing made.
Salt and ash upon this earth,
Ripped from womb-a hollow birth.
My life has nothing left to yield,
So bury me in the Potter's Field.

Cause I'll die a lonely stranger,
In a strange and lonely land.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Lostlove1

    Great write E. Would like to see you add to the second stanza to make it longer, nice flow awesome rhyme :)

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