Like a stone cracking at the seams,

My time was never one of dreams,

Fading away much to soon,

Never healing from my wounds,

Does anyone remember the dead,

Or forgotten are we a book unread?

As my soul diminished,

I left a life unfinished……

Inspired in part by the daily prompt: Unfinished

20 thoughts on “Elegy.

  1. It’s getting close to that time of the year again where the veil between the dead and the living is supposedly lifted a little. Not a day goes by in which I don’t think of my most dearest lost and loved ones, but it’s always a little extra during this time of the year. Thanks King of Misery, your job here is done again for today :’). *grabs tissues*

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