I attend,
funerals in my head,
the lone mourner,
I pace nervously,
unable to glance,
and see,
which parts of me
have passed,
I sit,
the rear seat,
hours go by,
or is it years?
one more look around,
always tells me,
that
I am still alone.
A contest entry
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Comments
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Nice write, a bit 2 short tho...Thanks for entering
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Excellent Poem I saw a contest that this might fit in it was new but I can't remember what it was called. Excellent work with this
RedwingSpirit
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