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a dirge like steps upon the briars

is heard and in a moment gone

from grief at rest its tune transpires

the send-off of a mournful soul

and if by chance or will I were to sire

such wounds as unconcerned retort

should my design then be to expire

and turn the coil to monstrous tort?

lost in a moment

cold and remiss

no words of parting

no final heartfelt kiss

a doleful morning

that drags you down

etched in white marble

it pulls and drags and drowns

decay, anguish, death

the inhumane judgements you abhor

displayed at your feet to mark forever

our march towards the inevitable

grieve

grieve for your loss

corral the congregation

gathered in veiled remorse

trapped by rotten guilt

hostage of hope won't move on

past your own dereliction

crane your neck to see

over the edge of the grave

you dug too deep to escape

I feel the same

swept by your sight I remain

dispersed among feelings of shame

for every tear

every time that I hurt you lays bare

the hurt I could never repair

maybe we fall like raindrops

and we wait to collide

and our cautious emotions

are motionless tides

all that remains

all those times we divided and shared

I cherish them more than I care to admit

so many years

can you open the door and let go

it will fade away before you know