Nothing Left
I rip at the ground
try to bring you back
to life, gnashing
my teeth, as tears
roll down my cheeks.
We live among the
dead, I can feel
you here with
me, we look into
your face, there
is nothing left
to see.
Copyright © Parker Dellinger | Year Posted 2010
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