They tell you the thing to do
is bring an umbrella when you visit
the grave of someone you love
(guess that goes for someone who is
your reason for living and the only person who--)
Here lies what is left of me
when I came to your grave
(paying respects to the only person who--)
and dropped all that my hands held
so I could stumble away sobbing, sobbing, sobbing.
A contest entry
- PIF - Gold Winner by amaranthine lover.
300 points, ended September 11, 2007, 4 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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this is quite sad thanks for the entry
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