Time has cancelled
all the things
that mattered.
It foresakens
the living and
melts away the flesh
on the bones
that once bared
the souls of those
departed forever more.
Thus their ashes
are dispersed
over the lands
they walked,
making fertile
the soil that
fed their offsprings
as they grew and aged,
forgotten by those
who follow,
lost forever
on life's queue
no more.
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Author:
Carmine Branco (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Loss and desperation are the antichambers of solitude. Life has no more meaning.
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