An unassuming, stone cold Ossuary !
In this place, the bones of my Soul lay .
Them - my spirit will carry
into a void, a black hole - to stay
for all of enternity -
that seems to be - fate for me
where one may find the story
of all -
who, with loves lost - suffer - no glory
as we await the call .
B. J. "A" 2
February 21st 2012
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2012
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