life after death Poem, by -DR, at My poetic side

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I am waiting for life after a death.

Guilt, or lack thereof,

spraying mothers perfume

over herself, in order to consume

rolling roars of tears by

absence and comfort.

I am waiting for life after a death.

How long must I wait

stewing in my terrible self rot

to purge away the sins I

only thought I have committed?

I am waiting for a life after death.