Death
Nothing stirring inside my soul
So I strain for musical breath
To bring back life in its absence
And fill the deafening hole left.
Cry for me if it be your wish
For in truth I so long to hear
A whisper, a scream, or a song
That will now naught ever appear.
August 31, 2019
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