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Remaining Dead


I strolled the lonely streets of Hades

Dimly lit and cold.

Passing by the bloodless faces

Of young as well as old.

To no one did they smile and nod,

No eyes did any meet.

All was frozen stiff, its odd,

Besides their shuffling feet.

No breath could be detected

That might carry a simple word.

My cries were silently rejected

By the dumb uncaring heard.

I tried to turn their low-hung heads

And shake their heavy hands

But not one could recognize me

Or slow down enough to try.

They were lost in either reverie

Or regret for what they once had,

A comedy, a tragedy, a reality,

Where one could say they tried.

I halted one and held him tightly

While the restless went on by.

He and I stood finally still

And I don’t know how or why

But he didn’t fight or struggle,

And I recall I heard him sigh.

While my warmth fed his body

I felt a heartbeat start with mine.

Then a tear fell from his eye,

Like a star it seemed to shine,

And I heard him whisper “why”

But no answer came to mind.

Half-Moon Watching

Born to Die

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