People Die, Love Does Not
Cursed with the silence of a thousand years, he entered the land of the lost.
Without giving more than a quick glance,
His eyes remained locked shut,
For he knew that they could not handle such a terror.
He cried for the first time, as his Father was lowered six feet into the Earth.
He unwillingly watched,
While his whole being was filled with the utmost horrific form of agony imaginable.
As the burial came to an end, everyone came to him and apologized.
They do not realize that this only causes his suffering to grow.
When the crowd dispersed,
All that was left was him and a flower covered grave.
He sat until the moon rose, and finally spoke.
"I love you, Dad."
Copyright © Dylan Shea | Year Posted 2011
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