Death

May 11, 2017
By , Montgomery, IL

Death
To mourn someone
So bright

Black
Black
And more
Black

We wore
Something so dark


Remains of Flowers nestled
In the pits of our footprints
From the previous hour

The Granite maze rows ran for
What seemed like
Miles my eyes could perceive

No matter
The pain
The dirt
Was still dry
 






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