We Seek Closure
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Several times in my life, Death has held my hand
and led me toward the graves of the dead.
We live, we die,
it's nature's way.
Yet, I felt all alone in that forest of stone
where dead memories go to be buried.
As I laid flowers on a plot of ground
a profound emptiness saturated my soul.
Why visit a cemetery,
if all that's there is dust and bones?
We seek closure,
yet expect more.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2023
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