Message from the grave

dbodeen81


The grave I dig won’t be an empty box from the memories and hallow thing that fills this empty head. You couldn’t sink these mounds of pounds with a hundred thousands rocks. Is isn’t real I cannot feel my hand in front of my own face what once was there but now is gone inconceivable just erased love once so real absolutely real it appears it’s over now take one last look and close the book and take your final bow.

  • Authors: dbodeen81
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  • Finished: January 8th, 2018 02:30
  • Limit: 6 stanzas
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  • Category: Sad
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