At What Price
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A Small Crowd gathered to watch the procession
Simple Shame brought them to the small parade
Cemetery Gates Grated in the Gusty winds
A Deafening Silence his only funeral dirge
He wasn't well known.. he Lived Lonely, Lived Lost
Isolation seemed is Only Choice, wounded by fate.
A Fearful Face, marred by the ravishes of war
Causing Families and Friends to turn away
Bereft- Alone Together with his daemons
Now, at last, a Silent Song of Peace
For the Free For All contest
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2010
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