Lost
The long cold walk from the car to the stone, the grass soaking wet because the sun hasn’t shown.
The flowers have all died because we’ve been forgotten, this once cold flesh has decayed and is rotten.
I’m surrounded by ones who are all the same, but they have countless stories, countless reasons, countless names.
Some like to disguise the pain with celebration, hiding behind a mask or ...
Sunday 21st September 2014 9:26 pm
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