The Past Is Dead
Too many, too long,
We aim our thoughts
To a place we do not belong
Trying connect distant dots.
The dead no longer are,
No longer can be.
Thus they lie a bit too far
Across blue waves; too far to see.
Time's hands have stopped.
You should turn your head
To the door once open, now locked.
The living have now become the dead.
Copyright © Andres Rocha | Year Posted 2015
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