I see faces of people in pain
I hear distant cries
Misery flies about the city like night
They wait for their time to die
I feel every wound
Bleeding so embarrassed
They dine until they've perished
A blemish on the grounds
I see them wonder around
With no particular direction
We all fall down
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Author:
bones (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
One eternal truth and that is we all must die. A lovely write. Happy Holidays
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