In boxes above the ground bodies cluster together, old bones shoved aside to make room for new ones
Bloodlines rotten and entangled
Houses like tombs,layers upon layers of peeling paint, hiding little tragedies
Scorch marks from fire
Waterline on wallpaper
These are the tombs of the living
When we rot in the memories of the dead
Crowded with people we have failed and those we failed us
We are forced to struggle with those we love
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Author:
Oasis (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 24th, 2023 08:41
- Comment from author about the poem: It\\\'s alight the repercussions of our day to day decision, how we treat others. What goes around comes around.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
It's like a hoarding of souls passed, they are the armor most put on over time, to deal with the lost, and holes left in our own souls from losing them...
Very well done.
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