Cold hands clasped together
In mournful sorrow
For relatives gone
To the great beyond
Yet he stays
On this earth
To wander in solidarity
Where those of his time
Are not much but
Tombstones in overgrown graveyards
He ages not a day
He cries not a tear
This world is not his
But rather was
Changed at the turn of the century
He realised
At last
That he must have made a mistake
He should not have changed
He should not have frozen in time
He should not have let them die
He should have changed them too
But why didn't he
For he is sadistic
He enjoys his eternal torture
They would not have wanted him to suffer
But they are dead
He is immortal
And existance continues.
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Poetry.....Beginning To End
PoetryThis is a collection of all my poems in the order that they were written. Hope you enjoy them. WARNING...may contain some song lyrics.
