i feel little responsibility to those who are gone
nothing but sorrow for the ones closest
i seek solace in the flesh grateful for a lack of meaning
there’s no point to this it doesn’t matter who said what first
empty arms heart full of ache
angels were not meant to be hermits
when the light goes out our time is up
I love this (you would make a good funeral home director)
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Thanks for your comment – and dubious career advice. But I’ll stick to poetry and leave the dead to those better suited.
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Keep them coming…
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No worries – I don’t think I can stop. Thanks!
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