She kneels alone, among the dead,
Alone with her memories.
Memories of love now fading,
The day has past.
Death is her lone friend.
The only one left.
She rises, tears falling
With the storm's dance.
Gazing from one grave,
To the next.
Wanting to join them.
But knowing they're gone.
Their voices echo,
Forever taunting
Words of hate,
Bitterness,
Anger,
They shall never leave her mind.
Even if they could,
They would still have lived,
Have run their course.
She sees they still live in her.
The evil that shall forever smoulder.
Their attire has joined with her.
This is dedicated to @anthenzay, who I know has struggled with many things lately.
Everyone, be sure to cherish those around you, even if they are opposites of who you are, and what you stand for. We want to be people of hope.
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