Passing Days

Tue, 04/16/2019 - 12:07 -- Beezus

That one breath was brief,

and silence never had broken.

 

The soul is smaller

than the strange, dark

eyes of the dead.

 

Is it real?

Real...

 

Oh, 

those uncaptured days are gone.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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