The feelings
Ran away
No tear
There's no way
To identify my friends
My family
How I died
Laying in a bag
For weeks
No one has written
A speech
Frozen case
Unknown
Just give me the shovel
No one cares
Too much pain in the way
So just put me
Between China and Canada
It's ok
No one is looking
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Comments1
Graphic and dark this poem speaks as if the dead can reflect upon their own death. Nicely written in the first person.
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