Joseph Jeremiah Naye Poet Elegy

Echoes In a Dirge

They are all gone, long gone,
Crossed beyond the great
 Rubicon
Yet echoes of their names comes
 and goes like a beacon.

Imagination playing on my senses
I am ready to accept the unreal
Dumping the surreal events deeply
 buried,
In memory crevices that don't 
 breakdown.

Echoes of a dirge refusing to fade
 away;
Thrusts from the past to the present 
 as in a cascade
All playing on my imagination's
 facade.

Voids so deep, time lingering 
 to have its fill.
Past and presenting a mix of
 bittersweet thrill

Lamentations ever persistent none
 to succour.
A daily scourging of the present living
 none to favour

Transition of my friends the hereafter 
 on my mind.
A thin line between the great divide,
 a Rubicon to find
Echoes in a Dirge.
(Written 16th January, 2016)

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