Must bury the remains deep,
Put them down someplace,
From where there is no turning back,
No home to return to,
No family waiting,
No God to pray to,
No tree’s to wave to,
And most of all a million things,
That wouldn’t bother the spirit,
With their endless chatter,
Senseless,
Free dare I be?
Forgive me, if this is asking for too much,
I feel like taking anyway.
3 comments:
the urge to leave and grab what away even the shadow of your own was indeed intense...pure and profound.
I feel like taking anyway... :-)
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@Wanderer, Thank you so much!
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