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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The rain pours down my face while lights flash in the distance Among the ones once living, I choose the path of most resistance Blood, sweat, tears, and rain mix as I grasp the wooden sentencer Condemning to eternity the demons while my hands endure the splinters. The moon has left me, I’m alone on my mission The clouds bear down with rain relentless But I must press on to be set free And bury the dead that dwells in me Digging and digging but no hole deep enough To be rid of these skeletons with time that got tough And hardened with hate, vile, and discourse To infect my being with no remorse Pain shoots through my chest as my breath becomes ragged The time is near but there is no casket No viewing, no service, just a body and a grave In this place called the land of the free and the home of the brave No more shall my dreams and my life be altered My visions are now clear and my step un-faltered You have lived on way past your prime And now I must say that you are out of time I dig further until I reach satisfaction And as I throw me in, my face no reaction I stand on the side as my face looks back up at me I say a silent prayer and mouth R.I.P. My body looks up back at me expressionless and cold I throw on more dirt like it was foretold That I would be burying the dead and living anew And starting a new path without you My body remains still as I continue to bury it Knowing that a part of me will no longer be cherished More tears come as I realize what’s done But continue to move for I must move on As I pat down the last of the dirt The skies clear up to wash away the hurt The moon looks down and says, “Job well done” I look back at the moon and ask, “Now may I come” The moon just smiles and begins to fade And the sun comes in to usher in a new day I pick up my shovel and walk back down the road Fatigue on my mind but new light in my soul.
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