Ashes

Dasim

You touched few lives

during your journey.

I do not remember

Your eyes or your mouth.

Ashes, your face is ashes.

 

Not many left behind

to laugh at a joke you might have told

or recall a song

you ever sung.

Ashes, your voice is ashes.

 

And now your timid

almost apologetic disappearance

robbed you of your last chance

for greatness and drama.

Ashes, your life is ashes.

  • Author: Dasim (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 20th, 2021 16:43
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    but still, living-on in these words
    tasked with capturing, a Life
    impactful enough: whilst Alive
    to be deserving of an epitaph...
    thanks for sharing

    • Dasim

      Thank you for your comment, it's true!



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