Stop ringing the doorbell,
Nobody's home;
It's vacant here.
Checked out at the stroke of fate,
Abandonment a notorious curse.
Glassy eyes,
Blank stare,
Blue lips,
Pale skin;
Dead.
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Graveyard Tales
Poetry"Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them." ~George Eliot
Vacant
Stop ringing the doorbell,
Nobody's home;
It's vacant here.
Checked out at the stroke of fate,
Abandonment a notorious curse.
Glassy eyes,
Blank stare,
Blue lips,
Pale skin;
Dead.
