L'ete

L'ete est ici et elle est partie.

Loss

Deep sense of Loss,
Dug inside my soul,
With no upward exit,
Away from the dark pit.

Death Door

Death Door

Anxious to lay,
In peaceful hay.
With nothing left to say,
And no more games to play.

Unlock that door,
For I am poor,
Without any other detour,
To continue life door.