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Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Epitaphic

Resonant is the grief,
And the void burdens
Days are led in subsistence
And heartache extends
 
Placid, the outer remains
Turmoil and cries are
Well cradled within
Bottled up, with a vengeance
 
A life doesn’t cease,
With just an obituary
There’s the memories
In the hearts of who love
 
Life is short and done
Physical, with hurt and pain
But then there’s the fact
For others, it goes on.
 
There’s the clinging
The longing of the past
But, forward is the truth
The present, the moment

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