The Greatest Sorrow

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A single hand, left all alone in the sand;

devoured by dirt, and abandoned by land-

rotting is the very flesh of the dear and lonely;

distorted is he;

unnatural is she-

for holes in the heart;

bullet wounds damage flesh, like the jaws of a shark-

numbers are as the epitaphs, on the tombstones of them all;

the dead is but the thrall, and the dead is but the past-

why would they leave, oh why oh why? Why would they dare grow old, and live until they die?

My parents love, as they grow older each day, and-

why oh why, does one, pass away?

Copyrightcopyright April 14, 2014

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