Saturday, January 17, 2015

Death

Sometimes it hurts
You cannot grieve
Everything locks up inside
The burden of memory

There was a time
Another time
You are alive now but then 
you remember feeling life 

Nothing breaks the lock
Conversation shuts the door
The hurrying through words and forced laughter
No one it seems, is really speaking.

You will never be a child like then
He will never return
No one will fill the void
You wait to forget.

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