A.P. Literature: Breedlove's Blog

I felt a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it seemed That sense was breaking through. And wh...

I died for Beauty-but was scarce Adjusted in the Tomb When One who died for Truth, was lain In an adjoining Room- He questioned softly ...

My life closed twice before its close- It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive...